Now Playing: "Emperor Of The Highway" by Todd Rundgren
Usually I'm not one to kvetch about winter, coming from a long line of stoic New England pioneers who also spent blustery days posting to the Internet from the comfort of their toasty, witch-heated log hovels. (See: "Patience Allerton's Lyve Journale...Being a True Account Of a Most Vexed Hair Day at Ye Plymouth Malle") But I feel compelled to share this remarkable fact: yesterday morning, the wind chill on Mt. Washington was -74.
That's seventy-four. Below zero.
Fahrenheit.
Even the surface of Mars is warmer than that.
So let's devote today's post to cheery, warming thoughts:
1. 300 opens one month from tomorrow!
2. Followed shortly by Marriage! I mean, Married Life!
3. I can't recall ever reading a bad review of David's work. In fact, he's often cited as the bright spot of otherwise unremarkable films/plays. Without him, there would be a lot more unremarkable films/plays.
4. Someday, an asteroid will hit the Earth, and there will be no more "Mallard Fillmore" comic strips.
