Is there really any question what my answer is on this? Snow, snow, snow! Check out this pic of a snowy White House, via WestWingReport:



How can you not want that for the holidays? Lovely.

Via this post over at Why Women Hate Men:

Owning a penis no more makes you a quality fuck than owning a wrench makes you a quality auto mechanic.

Initially, I turn inward. Self-examination to the point of ridiculousness is one of my totally "me" qualities. I write about whatever's bugging me, too, usually where no one else can read it. (Or I'll use it in a story - some of the best art comes from the worst times, eh?) But then, if something is still bothering me after all that introspection, I'll turn to family and close friends. I do have a rock-solid core of people on whom I can depend. Since that core is both close to home and far flung, we communicate in person, via phone, online, you name it.

Cold white snow, sunny blue skies...

Maybe I've always misunderstood this issue, but it seems to me that freezing yourself until the world comes up with a cure for aging/disease is utterly useless unless the world comes up with a cure for death. I mean, you have to be dead to be frozen, right? So injecting your dead, thawed body sometime in the future to try to "cure" it won't really do any good unless there's some sort of reanimation going on. And if there is...won't you just be a zombie or Frankenstein's monster or something? Not to rip on Walt Disney (yeah, I know, it's just a myth) or anything, but this whole concept of cryogenically freezing a person in order to cure him or her in the future has always seemed ridiculous to me.

For kiwi_grrl, who has requested that I keep the snow pics coming:





Down it comes tonight, coating the world in soft quiet.