It's cold outside

Captain Obvious attempts to once again vanquish his nemesis, Doesn't-Really-Give-a-Hoot-Man.

Folks, I have to tell you, it's remarkably cold outside. According to the friendly folks over at Weather.com it is 1° outside. That's right, 1°. Go ahead, count 'em. Didn't take long, did it? Of course, the -15° windchill doesn't really help much either. Darn it's cold. Unfortunately for everyone within a 300 mile radius of here, it's all my fault.

"How can this be?" you ask. Do I somehow posses control over the butterfly effect, effectively controlling the weather. Did I, during my Native American rite of passage, learn that the rain dance is just a mumbo jumbo and it's really the icy/snowy/windy/freezing weather dance that is truly effective? Well, yes, but that's beside the point.

You see, a few days ago I declared that, "We've had a really mild winter around here so far. Only one real snow storm to speak of." Inside of 24 hrs Kansas City and St. Louis were all nailed with ice storms. Kirksville received a nice chunk of snow. To top it all off, then, fate opened up a can of windchill on our respective butts. (Oh, and for everyone that lives East of here, my bad.)

Now, it really isn't the cold that bother me so much. Really, it isn't. It's my nose. You see, for the first time this winter, I have had the snot in my nose literally freeze. I think you know the feeling. You step outside, and within about 5 seconds you notice that your nose feels funny. It is usually at this point where you either inhale deeply or scratch the offending appendage. Either action then results in the discovery that there is most certainly something frozen in your nose, and frankly, there are only so many things that can freeze up there. (That bead you inhaled in 3rd grade doesn't count. I know, I was hoping it would too.)

I really shouldn't complain, though. First, Missouri is still rather temperate in comparison to Minnesota, North Dakota, Maine, or even Alaska. (But they don't count because... um... their one show got canceled.) Also, I could literally exist comfortably within a 200 yards (182.88 meters) of my room for an extended amount of time. My classes are adjacent to this dorm, food is provided, mail comes directly to the building... I might go insane after a while, but it couldn't be worse than that time in the South Orkney Islands.

Well, I think I've made my point. The randomness meter is now officially off the scale. Oh, and if you get a second, stop by my Blog Madness match, read both posts, and then vote. As of post time I'm locked in a 14-14 tie with Wendi Milner after jumping out to an early lead. This one is going to go down to the wire.

Oh yes, I was going to bed. I think I've made up enought stuff for this evening (except that rite of passage thing, that was pretty sweet).