The Weather

Only idiots talk about the weather. Strangely though, it isn't just idiots that are reading those "Idiot's Guides."

In either case, my room smells like Tempura.

I'm not sure on which of my blogs this entry belongs. True, it's not technically about making scenery, painting, or playing Warhammer 40k, which suggests this blog and its miscellrany, but still...Tempura.

I'm not speaking of course of Tempura shrimp or anything. That I could live with. I'm speaking of Tempura paint..the non-toxic stuff they used to hand kids in second grade along with sponges. I'm pretty sure you could drink the stuff if required as there is little that they will give to a second grader that will kill. And as smell is one of the most powerful memory triggers, I am reminded of Paige Ward, the first girl I kissed, who later went on to become super hot. I wonder how Paige is doing, she was nice. Or Victor...Victor Hicks. I wonder if he's in prison as I guessed he one day would be. Ahh...second grade.

But this is not a blog about reminiscing, because, to be quite honest, I couldn't give a rat's ass about those people. This is a blog about the weather. It's Spring. I should be able to...I don't know... open a window so as to void my room of the smell of Tempura, but NO. It fucking snowed like just two damn ago. Even now, my temperature gauge says 43 degrees.

Man I hate Massachusetts.