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  1. i’ve had enough | large

    i’ve had enough | large

  2. bat signal weather watching | large

    bat signal weather watching | large

  3. Weather. Right?
Queens of the Stone Age - Mexicola
Radiohead - Exit Music (For a Film)
The Raconteurs - Top Yourself
The National - All the Wine
Mountain Goats - Song For Dennis Brown
Portishead - Pedestal
Nine Inch Nails - La Mer
Deftones - Mascara
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    Weather. Right?

    1. Queens of the Stone Age - Mexicola
    2. Radiohead - Exit Music (For a Film)
    3. The Raconteurs - Top Yourself
    4. The National - All the Wine
    5. Mountain Goats - Song For Dennis Brown
    6. Portishead - Pedestal
    7. Nine Inch Nails - La Mer
    8. Deftones - Mascara
    click through to listen.
  4. Listen. When I asked for snow I meant the pretty stuff. That white, fluffy first snowfall that makes you look out the window and wistfully remember childhood winters spent making snowmen just to have them knocked down by the neighborhood bullies. I meant the kind of snow that is beautiful when it falls and makes you sigh and sing Winter Wonderland. And then it warms up a little bit and all that snow is gone by the next morning, replaced by brown New York slush.
I love that the forecast calls for a blizzard with potential of 12 inches of snow, but then says, more or less, “Oh, we could be wrong about this. You might just get a few flurries.” I guess they’re just playing it safe. A more proper weather forecast might be:
HEY, IT MIGHT SNOW A LOT AND IT MIGHT NOT SNOW A LOT. WE DON’T KNOW. WHY DON’T YOU JUST WAIT TIL SUNDAY MORNING AND WHEN YOU GET UP AND LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW AND THERE’S SNOW, YOU’LL KNOW THE WEATHER!
I’m going to stock up on the necessities just in case. Coffee and munchies.

    Listen. When I asked for snow I meant the pretty stuff. That white, fluffy first snowfall that makes you look out the window and wistfully remember childhood winters spent making snowmen just to have them knocked down by the neighborhood bullies. I meant the kind of snow that is beautiful when it falls and makes you sigh and sing Winter Wonderland. And then it warms up a little bit and all that snow is gone by the next morning, replaced by brown New York slush.

    I love that the forecast calls for a blizzard with potential of 12 inches of snow, but then says, more or less, “Oh, we could be wrong about this. You might just get a few flurries.” I guess they’re just playing it safe. A more proper weather forecast might be:

    HEY, IT MIGHT SNOW A LOT AND IT MIGHT NOT SNOW A LOT. WE DON’T KNOW. WHY DON’T YOU JUST WAIT TIL SUNDAY MORNING AND WHEN YOU GET UP AND LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW AND THERE’S SNOW, YOU’LL KNOW THE WEATHER!

    I’m going to stock up on the necessities just in case. Coffee and munchies.