I have a lot of stuff that I want to pimp this week, found a lot of great stuff. But I’ll start with the one that I’m actually involved with, the new Hoarse and Buggy website. Look nice, no? Check out the sexy banner for this sight down at the bottom. I made that myself. MASSIVE TALENT. I also want to give a quick shout out to the DC Conspiracy blog, good people there (including me). I’m not sure what I want to do yet, but I’m working on some ideas for a weekly feature. Stop by, say hi, tell people you like their art. They'd like to hear it and besides, if you don't, I'll fucking kill you.

So, I was supposed to have my test yesterday. Canceled on account of snow. Sometimes, I love this city and its pussy mentality. In Brooklyn we rarely got a snow day and when I was in college in Boston it just didn’t happen. Except this one day: April 1st, 1997.

This blizzard came out of left field and for the most part it was a very calm winter. There was no accumulation, which is weird for Boston, and whatever was getting built up came down on that day. The whole city shut down, it was awesome.

I was working in the Late Night Café at the time which was noting like a café, they simply put out some yogurt and salads in the cafeteria and called it a café. The cafeteria was in the basement, so word of the snow started trickling down slowly. My friend Nico from Rico was working that night as well and he was giddy, in a word – he never really saw snow before. We had some dusting this winter but it was pretty much a bust and Nico was so pissed off that his first winter in the northeast would be snowless.

We couldn’t control him, he was jumping with excitement, dancing around the cafeteria. Our boss at the time, Joe, was a bit of a hard ass and told us that we needed to finish cleaning the joint before we could bolt. We closed at midnight. Nico started cleaning about 2 hours late and the place was spotless by 12:15. It was insane. My friend Dan went to take the trash out and came back with a surprise for Nico – a tightly packed snowball.

He was like a little kid. He just held it and stared at it, examining it from all angles. AT one point he looked up at us, smile stretched across his face, and told us it was cold. It was the definition of innocence.

And then he threw the snowball at the ground.

And just sort of stared at it.

Now, there’s a point where innocence breaks down, somewhat, and stupidity takes over. “Nico, why’d you do that?” I asked as Dan went back to the storage closet to get the mop.

“It don’t bounce?”

Nico’s first experience in the snow was delayed for ten minutes because he thought snow would bounce when packed into a ball. We cleaned up the water, put the mop back away and went outside. We woke up our entire floor first, they were all excited to partake in Nico’s first snow experience. We played until the sun came up – snow ball fights, football and made snowmen. We obviously made the snow men with penis’ and breasts but our designs were thrashed by the 6-foot penis the frat down the street made. It was a work of perfection, it was circumcised, slightly slanted and even had veins running down it. It took about ten minutes before someone knocked it over. Not because it was offensive but because they were fucking frat boys. School was canceled, we all took power naps and then went sledding.

There’s just something about that snow, you know? Brings it out in us. And postpones tests, which is good, because I was so gonna fucking fail that damn thing.

Feel free to tell of your love (or hatred) of snow. Share with me a snow story. Or I'll fucking kill you.

equilibrium sucks, fanboy: The Thing - Snow does bring it out, know what I mean?