It’s Snowpocalycious!

As I begin writing this, snowflakes of death have been descending for over a day from the heavens and wreaking their vengeance on my fellow D.C.ers and me for our vanity, blasphemy, and worship of the god that is the Beltway. Or, we’re just getting a really big and unusual winter storm.

Since it looks like hibernation is the order of the day, how about some random observations to tide us over, hmm?

• Soon you’ll be seeing the debut of a new feature on Sonnet 87: actual sonnets. I get all kinds of crazy sonnet searches ranging from zombie sonnets to Ann Arbor sonnets to sonnets 2010, so I figured why not? Using the searches as inspiration and varying between Spenserian, Shakespearean and Petrarchan, I will slowly but surely write the sonnets. However, since they will be creative works, I’ll be placing the blog under a Creative Commons license. Which one, I don’t know yet. Will my sonnets be good enough to steal? No, most likely not. Will they be funny? Hopefully so, and not in a painful way. Are they copyright worthy? Yeah, since it’s my work. I can’t help it if some kid wants searches for my non-existent analysis of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 87 for his or her college paper, but I wouldn’t want something into which I put some minimal creative effort used for someone else’s profit. Like I said, I doubt they’ll be good enough to steal, but I do want to cover my ass.
• Three nights ago, I had a dream that I was a groupie for Rob Thomas. Yep, you read that right, I was a groupie for the lead singer of matchbox twenty. While I do find him attractive, it’s less in a hubba-hubba kind of a way and more in a “Can my husband and I have coffee with you and your wife sometime? You two seem cool,” way. Although I don’t know if IP would go for that: he thinks Thomas is a whiny singer with random lyrics. I personally think Rob Thomas is an excellent lyricist and just gets better as time goes on. I’m starting to think of him as Paul Simon-y: willing to experiment different genres, maturing with his writing, and doing what he can to push himself creatively while a lot of other people are stuck in the pop rock world. And here I must add that I’ve been listening to Cradlesong non-stop during my commutes and workouts lately.
• For the second weekend in a row, a snowstorm has ruined our dresser-shopping expedition. Cue sad WordNerd. Because I’ll be traveling to visit Michigan next weekend (assuming Tuesday and Wednesday aren’t snowy clusterfucks themselves that ruin flight plans), IP and I won’t be able to go then, either. In the meantime, the old dresser has stopped shaving off pieces of my left middle finger, so at least there’s a ray of sunshine in this woeful tale of unattained bedroom furniture.
• I don’t care if President Obama used “Snowmaggedon” for this particular storm, or that many other people are, too—in the WordNerdia-IPia household, it’s Snowpocalypse 2010 or snOMG II. Iwisse. (Pssst. Iwisse means “truly” or “indeed” for all of you not in the Middle English know. Yes, it’s obsolete.) But the whole Snovechkin thing in reference to the Caps’ Alex Ovechkin? I love hockey, and I can see kind of what fans are going for, but: a clunker of a name, honestly.
• Apparently all liquor stores in MoCo are closed today. IP is doubly happy that he stopped off to get some Jack Daniels after an appointment because he finds the closed condition of the liquor stores to be “just cruel”.
• Is there anything cozier than baking some cookies, writing a post, and exchanging snarky comments with the husband? Methinks not.

That’s all your WordNerd has for now!

P.S.: This is Sonnet 87′s 900th post. Huzzah!