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Dec. 24th, 2004
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Dec. 24th, 2004 11:42 pmSo I stuck my head out the door to check on the snow, and it was sticking. Snow does not do that here. If it does fall, it's gone as soon as it hits the ground. It might hang on leaves and shit, but it dies in a couple of hours.
Please understand that this is a big OMFG moment here.
Anyway, I'm standing on my balcony in my thermal shirt and sweatpants and pink fuzzy Tweety Bird slippers gawking at the snow, and it doesn't feel that cold, strangely. Except for my feet; the Tweety Bird slippers aren't exactly watertight. And there's snow all over the landing. There's snow all over the rails. What do I do about this? The only logical thing...
( I built me a snowman! )
But then I continued to gawk at the snow on the ground, and okay, I've seen more snow than this before, I saw it ankle-deep in Germany, I saw it ankle-deep in Dover, yeah, I've seen more snow.
I didn't exactly have time to play in it, though...
I ran back inside, put on real shoes and a coat, and told the rest of the world--okay, the cats-- "FUCK YOU ALL, I'M PLAYING IN THE SNOW."
So there I was, scraping snow off the stairs with my foot because by God I was making a real snowman and I needed all the raw materials I could get, and my downstairs neighbor (who, unlike 90% of my other neighbors, is actually cool and is always telling me what a great upstairs neighbor I am because I don't blast the stereo or stomp around or get drunk and barf over the balcony LIKE SOME PEOPLE AROUND HERE ahem) comes outside and sees me gathering up a nice base snowball for a snowman head. She goes inside and gets a friend or relative or something that's staying with her, and this person has seen and played in actual snow and knows how to make snowmen.
By then I'd figured out that if I rolled the snowball on the ground, it would pick up more snow. Yes, I am a snow n00b, shut up. So I'm rolling this ball around the little area by the stairs, and the friend suggests that I roll it up and down the length of the "yard." Good idea!
Now here I was, rolling this thing around, and by the time I make two lengths of the "yard" I've become a tiny prince of the universe with this snow katamari picking up more snow and twigs and leaves and shit, and I decide that's good enough for the body. Then I roll up another one and go in circles around the crepe myrtles and pick that shit up, and then I notice the neighbor and her friend harvesting snow off the cars in the parking lot for me, so I didn't have to start over with the 10cm katamari for the head.
I stacked up the snowman parts without incident, and borrowed some twigs and seed pods from the crepe myrtle for eyes and buttons and arms and shit, and here comes the downstairs neighbor with a little Santa hat to put on it...
( The finished product )
In Houston, two feet = COLOSSAL MOTHERFUCKING SNOWMAN. Seriously.
I'm hoping it survives the night without getting kicked over. I was also hoping someone would try to start a snowball fight. Sadly, nobody did. No dispensing of snow smackdown tonight.
Please understand that this is a big OMFG moment here.
Anyway, I'm standing on my balcony in my thermal shirt and sweatpants and pink fuzzy Tweety Bird slippers gawking at the snow, and it doesn't feel that cold, strangely. Except for my feet; the Tweety Bird slippers aren't exactly watertight. And there's snow all over the landing. There's snow all over the rails. What do I do about this? The only logical thing...
( I built me a snowman! )
But then I continued to gawk at the snow on the ground, and okay, I've seen more snow than this before, I saw it ankle-deep in Germany, I saw it ankle-deep in Dover, yeah, I've seen more snow.
I didn't exactly have time to play in it, though...
I ran back inside, put on real shoes and a coat, and told the rest of the world--okay, the cats-- "FUCK YOU ALL, I'M PLAYING IN THE SNOW."
So there I was, scraping snow off the stairs with my foot because by God I was making a real snowman and I needed all the raw materials I could get, and my downstairs neighbor (who, unlike 90% of my other neighbors, is actually cool and is always telling me what a great upstairs neighbor I am because I don't blast the stereo or stomp around or get drunk and barf over the balcony LIKE SOME PEOPLE AROUND HERE ahem) comes outside and sees me gathering up a nice base snowball for a snowman head. She goes inside and gets a friend or relative or something that's staying with her, and this person has seen and played in actual snow and knows how to make snowmen.
By then I'd figured out that if I rolled the snowball on the ground, it would pick up more snow. Yes, I am a snow n00b, shut up. So I'm rolling this ball around the little area by the stairs, and the friend suggests that I roll it up and down the length of the "yard." Good idea!
Now here I was, rolling this thing around, and by the time I make two lengths of the "yard" I've become a tiny prince of the universe with this snow katamari picking up more snow and twigs and leaves and shit, and I decide that's good enough for the body. Then I roll up another one and go in circles around the crepe myrtles and pick that shit up, and then I notice the neighbor and her friend harvesting snow off the cars in the parking lot for me, so I didn't have to start over with the 10cm katamari for the head.
I stacked up the snowman parts without incident, and borrowed some twigs and seed pods from the crepe myrtle for eyes and buttons and arms and shit, and here comes the downstairs neighbor with a little Santa hat to put on it...
( The finished product )
In Houston, two feet = COLOSSAL MOTHERFUCKING SNOWMAN. Seriously.
I'm hoping it survives the night without getting kicked over. I was also hoping someone would try to start a snowball fight. Sadly, nobody did. No dispensing of snow smackdown tonight.