the Sweet Smell of Burning Fur (plonq) wrote,
the Sweet Smell of Burning Fur
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Sugar frosting.

The weather gave us a treat this morning. The city was shroud in a light fog, with low-hanging clouds that just obscured the tops of the taller buildings in town. Most notable though is the hoar frost that has left every tree and shrub in the city looking like it has been sugar frosted. I hope it holds up long enough for me to get home and capture a picture or two for my YIP project. If not, we have cats...

Dear radio and television personalities and news casters,

Please stop comparing everything to the situation in Haiti. We get it. Something bad happened there, and comparatively speaking things are pretty good here. That still doesn't stop me from wanting to crotch-kick you every time you end a sentence with: What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?

It has almost grown to the point of being a new meme.

"Boy, you don't want to go into the bathroom just now - somebody dropped a serious scud. Though I'm sure it's nothing compared to the stench of rotting bodies in Haiti. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"

"Man, this coffee awful! How long has it been sitting on the element? Though I'm sure there are people in Haiti who would kill for coffee, even as bad as this. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"

"I almost missed the bus this morning, but they don't even have those in Haiti now since the earthquake. What happened in Haiti sure puts things into perspective, doesn't it?"
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