So you're saying that people who live in areas where they deal with a certain kind of inclement weather every year are better able to do so than people who live in areas where they deal with it once a decade?
Give us the winter driving, James Olchak, we've got so little. The south can take some ribbing from us northerners about driving and laugh when we're in the snow and it's 70 degrees down there.
Hear hear, James Olchak . I'd rather trudge through snow several months of the year than marinate in my own perspiration an equivalent amount of time...
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
Originally shared by Curt Thompson This is an interesting theory, but I notice the author has to omit one of the most important Heinlein novels to make it work. Time Enough For Love was written in the very early 70s and was a straight (heh) extrapolation of the chaotic and frenetic zeitgeist of that era. http://www.locusmag.com/Perspectives/2012/11/the-joke-is-on-us-the-two-careers-of-robert-a-heinlein/
I was going to make a post like "We got 3 inches of snow this morning and it delayed my commute by roughly zero minutes."
ReplyDeleteMine was about 10 minutes slow. I was still on time.
ReplyDeleteSo you're saying that people who live in areas where they deal with a certain kind of inclement weather every year are better able to do so than people who live in areas where they deal with it once a decade?
ReplyDeleteI'll take "the bleeding obvious" for 200, Alex.
No he's saying we're badass.
ReplyDeleteGive us the winter driving, James Olchak, we've got so little. The south can take some ribbing from us northerners about driving and laugh when we're in the snow and it's 70 degrees down there.
ReplyDeleteSure, it's 70 in November, but in June through September it's 95 degrees with 95% humidity. WHY DOES THE WHOLE TOWN SMELL LIKE FEET
ReplyDeleteIt's just not badass to walk around soaked in sweat for 1/4 of the year, I guess.
Hear hear, James Olchak . I'd rather trudge through snow several months of the year than marinate in my own perspiration an equivalent amount of time...
ReplyDeleteI thought that's what porches, rocking chairs, hand fans, mint juleps were for?
ReplyDeleteShit, maybe. My family's from Pittsburgh.
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