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<html lang="en-us">
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<head>
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<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/my.css">
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<title>
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Critical Sarcasm for the knees
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<body>
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<center><h1>Old Ass Sudotask</h1></center>
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<a href="http://criticalsarcasm.com">Go Home</a> <a href="http://criticalsarcasm.com/oldsite">Old Site</a>
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<hr>
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<h2>Freewrite: Snow Snow Snow</h2>
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<p>
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"Well, it's time to go to bed", I thought. So I decide to let the dog out one last time.
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It's probably around 5 in the morning. Still pretty dark, but the suns coming up. It was beautiful out. Unfortunately though, it was beautiful because snow was pouring out of the clouds in droves. The last time I was outside it looked like winter was over. Now there is 15cm of snow on the ground. Fuuuuuckkk. It's going to suck when I wake up.
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Around noon I lay awake. Thinking about this great idea I have for an article, thinking about how much getting out of bed to go to the bathroom is going to suck.
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"I have some bad news," I hear someone say. "We need to plow the driveway." Fuck, that's right. Snow.
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I get dressed and put on my warm under-layers and set to work. Thank the lord for plows.
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This particular plow has a plastic <em>cage</em> that attaches to the plow to protect the driver. Shortly after getting the plow going it's too warm and I start sweating, my under-layers are awesome. The plow can handle everything the sky was throwing at it, but not when the road plows trap everything in with 1.5 meter drifts.
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My poor truck, that had no snow around it yesterday, was now blocked in thanks to the plows. I suppose I should be happy they didn't hit my truck. I saw the plows plow someone in who was trying to shovel out her truck. The plow blade came within a half meter of her. Fuck you city.
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After 45 minutes my plastic cage is becoming too difficult to see through, fuck it. I took the cage off, and discarded my coat. I was too well dressed for this anyway.
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I don't usually mind snow, but when suddenly everything is buried, I'm glad I've decided to move someplace where it doesn't snow quite so much. Even without the move, this is more incentive to work from home. Where so long as I have electricity and internet, I can pay the bills.
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<p>
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So I thought of a couple great articles to write, so next week is a crowd project. But the next week... Back to something real to write about. Enjoy all.
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Note: Despite this being a freewrite, I still run a spell check. No use in leaving typos in.
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</body>
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</html>
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