Hailstones?

[altariel]

I know how this all ends, next there'll be a flood, then a big freeze, and I'll have to hide in the library and burn books rather than the wooden furniture.

Comments

[trixieleitz]

Let's stack the tax law by the fireplace now, then we'll be ready :)

[altariel.livejournal.com]

I have my sociology journals too.

[(Anonymous)]

It's the end of the world, and you'd prefer to spend your last days dusting furniture rather than reading a good book?

Proof that too much time spent on sociology rots the mind.

Mike K

[altariel.livejournal.com]

That's burning furniture rather than burning a good book.


too much time spent on sociology rots the mind

You said it! ;-D

[(Anonymous)]

I just don't see why they bothered making a movie about what seems like perfectly normal weather to me. Killer tornadoes, large hail, biblical downpours, and everything freezing solid. All part of what makes life in Wisconsin interesting.

mk

[altariel.livejournal.com]

*snort!* And which do you burn first in Wisconsin - the books or the furniture?

[(Anonymous)]

That depends on what you think of the furniture and books you own. In my case, it would be some of each.

I did see a TV vignette on a person who heated his home with the junk mail he collected over the year. This led me to the thought that if I could turn spam into home heating oil, I could get rich. Then it hit me, whisky sells for a much higher price, and is a more useful product to boot. I mean, if I showed up with a bucket of heating oil, what are the chances I'd be invited in for a drink? On the other hand, if I showed up with a bottle of whisky, I'd likely be offered a seat by the fire.

Anyway, I'm rambling and quickly running out of funny stuff. I bet you never got the e-mails I sent you this week, as apparently my e-mail service is run by former Soviet potato factory managers. It appears to be working again, but who knows what did or didn't get sent or received.

mk

[gfk88.livejournal.com]

****Let's stack the tax law by the fireplace now****

Oi - that's my job you're proposing to burn up, that is.

On second thoughts, go right ahead.

[altariel.livejournal.com]

It was either that or the Nietzsche.

Hm.