Blizzard!

It snowed a TON today in Denver. The road outside my balcony looks like an ice skating rink. Seriously. It does.

Whenever I see massive amounts of snow like this I'm reminded of The Shining. Before moving up here, that was the only way I was familiar with the concept of being snowed in. I actually remember being in the 7th grade when the film's remake came out as a television series. It was a big three day event. I watched the entire thing at my neighbor Whitney's house and just about wet my pants every night when it was time for me to walk the 20 yards from her door to mine in the dark. When there's this much snow out I half expect to see Brian Hackett from Wings jump out at me with an axe and a tepid Jack Nicholson impersonation. I don't know. My mind goes strange places sometimes.

Maybe I'll take a picture tomorrow morning before I slide to work on the ice and post it up here for you. In all honesty though, the chances of me a) getting out of bed early enough to play photographer and/or b) actually remembering that I made a halfhearted blog promise - are slim to none. My apologies to you blog followers at large. You can get on the weather channel and watch some Denver area webcams. If you're up around oh-six-hundred Mounain Standard, think of me. I'll be wrapped in a blanket and peering between my blinds, cursing not only my small car, but mother nature herself...and the plow drivers whose maps apparently don't include the large street adjacent to my complex. I'd hate to leave them out.