it's all about the benjamins baby

So after both of my arch-rivals, Sir German-A1 Oral[1] and his less philosophical but doubly making up for it in pedantic-ness and deadly structural issues, brother Sir English-A1 Oral[2], had been successfully slain (with an arguable amount of success, but a gratuitous amount of “like”, “basically”, and of course “um”), I found myself ruminating on the concept of snow, as one does in the wake of such trial and tribulation. I mean, I was thinking, wasn’t it so awesome, around Christmas, walking around, the snowflakes really huge, but not wet, so it was actually snow, not some kind of glorified rain. I remember being really delighted at the fact that the snow finally managed to overcome the ultimate test of snowflake-dom: roads, and everyone was kind of pissed off, because they were forced to do work like shovelling snow, or other non-fun, snow related activities… But now, after the battle of the brothers Oral, it seems, gone are the fun times. Now it’s all hard and crusty and dry, piled in long lines on the side of the street, and on side-walks, there are trails or remnants of snow, in the form of devilish ice, that seems to smite me at every turn. In fact, it’s like an angry, dying slug. Dying because of the dryness and the general, long, crusty structure, slug because of the slippery (and in this case, icy) trails it leaves, and angry for no particular reason, just I thought the slightly disgusting imagery would somehow be improved by that and… things. Oh, you thought I was going somewhere with this? No, I wasn’t. But anyway, here’s a video. Any parallels drawn are false.

[1] “Studierzimmer I”
[2] Binsley Poplars