Amethyst Hunter
02-14-2008, 06:21 AM
Do you LOVE winter?
Do you salivate like a dog at the weather report's mention of more snow?
Do you engage in ritualistic magic charms and ceremonies and pray that that old groundhog flees back into his burrow at the very sight of his nose's shadow?
Do you squeal in demented delight every time the temperature drops below 30 Fahrenheit (or whatever the equivalent in Celsius is)?
Do people give you looks of :wtf: and/or undiluted hatred whenever you tell them you're enjoying the cold and/or snowy weather?
Do you think people who love hot weather are nucking futs?
If you answered "Hell yeah" to any/all of the above, welcome to the Winter Lovers Club! Wear your adoration with all things frigid in pride, for thou art of a unique breed. My fellow cold-weather brethren, we don't get no respect. The time has come for us to demand our share of the seasonal pie!
It is time to announce our legions loud and clear. It is time to don our thermal underwear and long coats and puffy mittens and snowshoes/boots with unashamed joy. It is time for us to roll in the snowbanks, lick the icicles on our drainpipes, and storm the aisles of Mall-Warts and Tar-jays (Targets for you non-fake-French-speaking folks) and demand that they put away the abominations of summer so garishly displayed until the appropriate season has arrived. Unless you are of the persuasion that lives in a tropical environment (*hiss*) year-round (and even those temperatures can sometimes be questionable during the winter months) WHO THE HELL needs a damn pair of ass-baring shorts IN THE MIDDLE OF EFFING FEBRUARY anyway? Bring back our scarves and our gloves and our long pants! We still need those year-round, you know.
It is time for those of us who are cold-blooded in spirit if not in actuality to bond together against the dark forces of warmth that threaten us. We shall glory in our winterdom and revel in every fluffy freezing inch of snowfall that accumulates. Ice? Hah, we laugh at ice! Our salt-sprinkles are tough enough for the glaze that spackles our doorsteps, and unlike the rest of the collective populace, our IQ does not automatically nosedive a thousand points at the first sign of frost on the roads.
We are cold people. We are snow people. We will not be denied our wintry triumphs! For when it is 100+ degrees out with 100% humidity and no rain relief in sight for weeks, we shall be giving all you Hot People the Evil Eye and dragging out our Christmas decorations six weeks before Halloween just to spite. Muaahahahaha.
I :salute: you, O vaunted Winter People! Hold your heads high! Be not ashamed of your love for the Cold White Stuff and the single-digit temperatures and the wind chill that peels the flesh from the faces of mortals less heartier! And the next time a Hot Person bares their teeth at you in utter disgust when you smile at the weatherman's news of 3+ more inches, remember: Snowballs pack better when they're damp. :devil:
Soooooo...do y'all hate me yet? :angel::devil::D
Do you salivate like a dog at the weather report's mention of more snow?
Do you engage in ritualistic magic charms and ceremonies and pray that that old groundhog flees back into his burrow at the very sight of his nose's shadow?
Do you squeal in demented delight every time the temperature drops below 30 Fahrenheit (or whatever the equivalent in Celsius is)?
Do people give you looks of :wtf: and/or undiluted hatred whenever you tell them you're enjoying the cold and/or snowy weather?
Do you think people who love hot weather are nucking futs?
If you answered "Hell yeah" to any/all of the above, welcome to the Winter Lovers Club! Wear your adoration with all things frigid in pride, for thou art of a unique breed. My fellow cold-weather brethren, we don't get no respect. The time has come for us to demand our share of the seasonal pie!
It is time to announce our legions loud and clear. It is time to don our thermal underwear and long coats and puffy mittens and snowshoes/boots with unashamed joy. It is time for us to roll in the snowbanks, lick the icicles on our drainpipes, and storm the aisles of Mall-Warts and Tar-jays (Targets for you non-fake-French-speaking folks) and demand that they put away the abominations of summer so garishly displayed until the appropriate season has arrived. Unless you are of the persuasion that lives in a tropical environment (*hiss*) year-round (and even those temperatures can sometimes be questionable during the winter months) WHO THE HELL needs a damn pair of ass-baring shorts IN THE MIDDLE OF EFFING FEBRUARY anyway? Bring back our scarves and our gloves and our long pants! We still need those year-round, you know.
It is time for those of us who are cold-blooded in spirit if not in actuality to bond together against the dark forces of warmth that threaten us. We shall glory in our winterdom and revel in every fluffy freezing inch of snowfall that accumulates. Ice? Hah, we laugh at ice! Our salt-sprinkles are tough enough for the glaze that spackles our doorsteps, and unlike the rest of the collective populace, our IQ does not automatically nosedive a thousand points at the first sign of frost on the roads.
We are cold people. We are snow people. We will not be denied our wintry triumphs! For when it is 100+ degrees out with 100% humidity and no rain relief in sight for weeks, we shall be giving all you Hot People the Evil Eye and dragging out our Christmas decorations six weeks before Halloween just to spite. Muaahahahaha.
I :salute: you, O vaunted Winter People! Hold your heads high! Be not ashamed of your love for the Cold White Stuff and the single-digit temperatures and the wind chill that peels the flesh from the faces of mortals less heartier! And the next time a Hot Person bares their teeth at you in utter disgust when you smile at the weatherman's news of 3+ more inches, remember: Snowballs pack better when they're damp. :devil:
Soooooo...do y'all hate me yet? :angel::devil::D