A message to my love, version 12.31.2013

Another year, another heartache, another chance at life and love and whatever happens in-between.

Happy new year, y'all.

Soundtrack for a chilly Saturday

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Later that same day . . .

Another suitable song for this chilly Saturday suite.



While I love Grimes's music, her videos make little sense to me. This one's about as close to reality as she gets.

Cold comfort

At least someone is trying to make the best of a bad winter situation. It certainly isn't moi, but this was nice to see on my way into work on a snowing Wednesday morning in Pittsburgh.

But, wait, what's that at the bottom of the snow-scripting? Arms raised in defiance? Upraised middle fingers? Exposed, pierced nipples?

Who knows? But it's closer to my take on a winter wonderland than a smiley face and some hair fringe.

Still, an A for effort. Thanks, Mystery Artist, for trying to make me feel better. Nevertheless, I still want to get the frozen hell out of here as soon as possible.
 

Somewhere in the Flint Hills