STORMPOCALYPSE! HISTORIC BLIZZARD! TINY ICE CRYSTALS OF DEATH! CRIPPLING! SOCIETAL COLLAPSE! TAUNTAUN TORSO TERROR!
Like every media outlet your The Clam intends to capitalize on all of our impending collective death by by blizzard to the extent possible until our little blogging hands freeze solid and we are found welded with ice to our laptops thousands of years from now by glacier climbers like that other blogger they found in the Italian Alps.
Stay tuned to The Clam for updates on the weather, the people and mostly the madness as the pressure of the storm collapses our fragile psyches like the can containing the last of the Gansett. Should we head out into the snow for more? What choices do we have, really?