Let's talk about the weather.

[bironic]

Twenty-eight hours of snow and counting. Not that it justified everyone running screaming to the supermarket to buy all the chicken before the apocalypse*, but it's not an insignificant amount accumulating out there.

One of my few complaints about living where I do is that it's hard to see just how much snow falls, because there's really just the street and the roof of the building next door to look at. The courtyard gives a better idea; looks like the foot and a half we were promised on the low end.

*Dear Washington Post, the National Weather Service, and other professional news outlets: please stop saying "snowmageddon" and "snowpocalypse" every other paragraph and in place of useful phrases like "the blizzard of December 2009." You sound like idiots.

ETA: OMG, NY Times, what is wrong with you. Apparently a blow with shoulders obliterated Washington, leaving the Potomac an enchanted gray pewter plate studded with aerodynamic ice cream blobs from a lost civilization.


Preview:





Friday afternoon:




Friday evening:




Friday night:




This morning:




This afternoon:










This evening, after the snow stopped:






For some color, the tart I made for deelaundry's birthday last week:

Comments

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Yeah - all over the blogosphere and Twitter... and now all over the media. There is a line, or at least a gray area, and it's been crossed.

ETA: Oh, God, I just linked up there to one of the worst NY Times articles I've ever read. According to the first sentence, forecasters reached for superlatives. I say the reporter needs a little self-assessment, too.

[synn.livejournal.com]

oh god, that article makes my brain hurt. I only made it to paragraph four.

But the picture of the trees by the monument is lovely.