The name of this blog comes from the old saying "The only way to become a writer is to write"; the purpose of it being to force me to sit down every day and write something in hopes of improving my ability. But, today, I just don't seem to have anything to write about.
Nothing really happened. It rained a lot, and I read an article in the paper about how rainy weekends may be a result of pollution. This strikes me as the sort of argument the global-warming folks should seize and make use of. Saying that the greenhouse effect is making the world warmer, which in the long term will melt polar ice caps and cause disaster sounds bad if you're talking to people who think on that scale, but most folks will hear that and think "less shoveling!" But "human-caused pollution causes rainy weekends" is something your average joe can understand.
Then on comes the DVD player and Replay. Watched Adam's Rib, a couple episodes of Law & Order (get that second season out - I've only got four first-season ones left!), and Near Dark. The movies were pretty good, although neither of them will hit my list of favorites any time soon.
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