Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Monday, February 09, 2004
One of the interesting things...
...about being stuck in traffic, however, was that as I was creeping along I noticed something falling on the windshield. At first, I though just it might be a few big snowflakes, but then I noticed that they were little round balls, about the size of a BB. More started to fall, and I came to the conclusion that it must be blowing styrofoam pellets from a garbage truck or something, because they were light and puffy. Finally I figured out that it was not that, either, but some kind of hail, except not the hard, icy kind, but some kind of hybrid fluffy kind. Never seen THAT before, so I just spent about five seconds looking around on that there Internet thing and found that it's called snow pellets, or even better, soft hail.
Soft hail--what'll they think of next!?
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