I saw a snowflake yesterday. Can you believe that? A blasted snowflake. I consider the first snowflake to be an an ill omen, a harbinger of awful, awful things to come. First, and try to keep up here, it means it’s almost time for snow. Fuck snow, shoveling snow, scraping snow off your windshield, walking through snow, falling in snow, being shoved into snow, having snow shoved into your pants, being blinded by sunlight reflected by snow, and all things made of snow [UPDATE: There’s snow everywhere]. Second, and by far most offensive, it means Christmas music. You can’t escape it. For two months … Continue reading Grandma got blasted in the face by a Panzerfaust: Combating Christmas music No. 1