On FB, msbelle shared a link to the Vogue write-up of this wedding, which is one of the most jaw-droppingly pretentious load of crap I have ever read: [link]

I generally say that the people getting married should have the wedding they want, and I guess I stand by that even for these 2 special snowflakes, but DAMN, they are THE WORST.

And I hope the butterfly ladies got paid A LOT.

OMG.

Right??????

I do hope the author's tongue was at least flirting with their cheek. I can the writer and the photographer whispering together "Do you believe these people?"

ION, my piece of crap house is so jerry-rigged that the plumber is on the roof to clear out the main water line. Apparently my drains have multiple angles that shouldn't be in there and no proper access points.

Ugh, of course the annoying spendy booze-free evening trend started in Venice. Of course! I live in Ground Zero for privileged aestheticism.

For my 2 cents, the most annoying thing in the whole article was the pick-up scene aspect:

Nick DiMattina, 28, an Australian life coach, said that he had come looking for love, and that he prefers to date sans alcohol. “It’s the only way to see the real person,” he said. “I told my friends, this is where you’ll meet a cool girl.”

At least he turns out to be one of Australia's contributions to privileged aesthete culture.

I began to be suspicious when I saw someone had the first name Siddhartha, but I know it's well within the realm of possibility.

Burrell, you have inspired me to maybe go to a beginner tai chi class tomorrow. I'm like, 85 % going - I just looked up when classes start and one starts tomorrow which is short notice for me to do anything but I think I can do it. And saying it here bumps up the probability.

That article. Wow. I just.

I'm with Jesse.

I went Outside in the Snow. Now I can say I didn't stay inside the whole time. I had to shovel off the front porch just to get the gate open. Never had to do that before. I was planning on taking the trash bin down to the street and refilling the bird feeder. When I got snow in my socks despite wearing snow boots because the snow is up to my knees, I changed my plan to Scatter some bird seed on the snow and forget the trash. The trash can sit frozen on the porch, politely out of sight, until the snow melts enough I can get it to the bin. Damned if I'm straining my back to get one bag of trash to the street.

While I was wrestling with that, a man and his young son were trying to free their car from the ditch on the other side of my property. His friend came by in a cab to help. (I'm pretty sure these were the two men I heard last night shouting to each other about their car, who probably also made the footprints in the snow around my pine trees where they didn't need to be.) The boy came over and asked if I had a shovel. I handed him the snow shovel across the holly bushes - couldn't get out to take it to him - and asked if this had happened before. "This is the third time," he said with resignation. They dug the car out and he brought the shovel back. I wished him luck. Him, specifically. He's gonna need it.

Was shoveling at work and met a mom and her son coming in off the street with sleds. After exchanging pleasantries I told them I had bad news and good news: the bad being that sledding wasn't allowed, the good that I wouldn't stop them unless my ED spotted them and told me to. The snows deep enough not to harm the plants, and we really do have an awesome hill. Then bossman came back and was looking out the window and was all "what is that?!" And I thought he'd seen the sled tracks. But it was just footprints that he thought were deer tracks. Lying about not having seen the sled fees put off until another day!