A propos of nothing, I keep dreaming I’m flying…

On this board, attached to my feet. Through air. Far below is all this white stuff. What do you call that stuff again? I miss that stuff.

I mean, it’s not like I’ve been sneaking into grocery store walk-in freezers to writhe orgasmically against the frost on the walls or nothin’. That’d be silly. Who started that rumour? Lies, I tell you. All lies.

But I miss that stuff…

Last season sucked on this coast. For the safety and security of the free world, it must not be so again this year. I’m not a mad genius or nothin’. But I think I could learn, if it were all that were left to me.

The climate modellers did not consider this: the potentially insane boarder tipping point problem. Tell them to put it into the sims. It matters immensely, I assure you.