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March 09, 2005
Lousy Smarch Weather
This is ridiculous. I refuse to come up with any more movie reviews or pithy fake news stories, or write anything, until the weather gives me something other than this "dark-and-stormy-night" crap. It's hard to channel the late Hunter S. Thompson (not that I ever really tried, but you get the idea) when the skies above are unrepentently Lord Bulwer-Lytton. (But I can still reach back and pull out a terribly obscure literary reference.)
I don't know what it's like everywhere, but here in New England, there are two kinds of pre-spring. There's the traditional March, where a few cold days are balanced out by a few mild days, where you actually get a glimmer of some of the warm weather to come. I remember a couple of years ago -- it may even have been March 9th -- walking down Comm. Ave. near Kenmore Square, and it was about 57 degrees, and I was just around the corner from Fenway, and I thought, "Wow...I really like living here." Then there are the springs like last year, and like this year's shaping up to be: where it's cold and sullen and rainy and snowy every day, and then on May 7th, it's suddenly 80 and humid. And I hate living here.
Oh look, I just went and wrote something. By the way, feel free to point out that I'm the schmuck who planned a trip to Florida in April instead of February. My only defense is that the Red Sox are involved.
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You haven't actually read Bulwer-Lytton have you?
Posted by: grrl8trax | March 10, 2005 08:17 PM
Well, no. I should have known someone would call me on that.
Posted by: Michael | March 11, 2005 12:55 AM
