Blizzard Live Blog: Morning arrives

We survived the night. But will the living soon come to envy the dead? Remember that scene from “Alive”, the true story of the Uruguayan rugby team whose plane crashed in the Andes in 1972 and the survivors lived for two months after the crash until they were rescued:

Why does the in-flight menu say "Lock Forward"?

Why does the in-flight menu say “Lock Forward”?

Antonio: [debating whether to eat the bodies] I think God would want us to survive. Strive to live.

Gustavo: At all costs?

Antonio: No. I mean, we shouldn’t murder innocents to live.

Gustavo: And what about our innocence? What’s gonna become of our innocence if we survive as cannibals?

These guys were absolved of any sin by Pope Paul. ┬áKeep it in mind, and specifically who qualifies as “innocents.” For instance, my neighbor throws his recycling ito the regular trash.

I’m just saying.


5:30 PM

KT reporting live from downtown neah the train station.

It was close, but I think I’m finally prepared for this asshole storm for jerks. I made a last stop at Turtle Alley and Liquor Locker for the provisions we couldn’t live without. Apparently I may have looked desperate and hopeless as I approached the Liquor Locker, as Lara Lepionka lovingly recreated in the photo below:



I picked up my older kid at EGS, which had not yet been swallowed whole by mass panic and/or whatever Jim was talking about, and then came home. And I’m not even dead yet. I have like a whole jar of Fluff, some macaroni and cheese, and an entire leftover ┬╝ sheet birthday cake (chocolate AND vanilla, like a boss) AND TWENTY FOUR DELICIOUS BEERS. We have jockeyed cars in our driveway so our neighbors can fit in and don’t have to go all the way to the high school. We are GOOD TO GO. I mean, okay, we have electric heat, but whatever, if the power goes out the dog can keep us warm all night with his farts.

I think Jim’s overreacting. We’re totally all gonna be fine. Super fine. Nothing to worry about at all.