Cue zombie snapping

This is the West Side Story you've never seen

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The weather is bright and thin. Sunny, twenty-five degrees. Apparently it was only fifteen degrees earlier. Even though I was fine on my half-mile walk to the office from the train, didn't even need gloves, I did notice that the medium-knit texture of my hat was a lot more obviously medium-knit: that is to say, the air was sneaking in, infiltrating, lifting heat from my scalp and erasing it. The disappearing ink of breath steaming out from nostrils, the reverse lemon-juice-on-paper-over-candle of touching skin to metal.

Heat is ephemeral in Chicago's landscape today.

But, I have chicken shawarma, and the yellow rice is riddled with cloves, and there is a half moon of pita bread wrapped in wax paper, ready for me to swipe it through the spatula's worth of hummus in one section of my styrofoam-packaged meal.

There is always more hot cocoa.

One makes do, even when one is being chilled so, so thoroughly.

those of you who know me

know why this is s'damned funny:

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/wab/paper/

I'm going there to see if I really am alive.

The seat belt bruise today is an appealing pea soup color, with an overlay of pale saffron yellow.

No neck pain, no rib cage pain, and I got 7 hours of sleep so things seem a bit more real today.

I still can't really look at the car. I wonder how long I can leave it there, on the street, covered lightly with snow and looking absolutely undamaged from a couple different angles ...

I suppose I should dig out the title. Have the insurance company number handy. Sigh. It's like a weird rite of passage that I've never really had to go through, before. I guess I should consider myself lucky that that car lasted me nine years.

It's been bumped and scratched and dented and filled with 5 boys and myself (earning it the nickname "The Clown Car") and it's got Powerpuff Girls floormats and a blue M&M plushie hanging from the rearview and a Hello Kitty steering wheel cover and a Strong Bad decal on the hatch window and the A/C doesn't work and the back seat is scattered over with mix tapes and flyers in Spanish.

Poker table.

A quick shot of the poker table during a hand when ThaJinx was dealing, and I was timing, during the Tombstone Hold 'Em event in Los Angeles for the Alternate Reality Game, Last Call Poker.