Judging from the fact that it was literally the only thing on all the local stations ALL DAY long I'm assuming you heard that we had a "blizzard" here in New York on Wednesday. I cannot emphasize those scare quotes enough. This was not a blizzard, it was a
I mean seriously.
I don't know how much snow we ended up actually getting, but I also don't care, because it:A--was nowhere near what was forecast (12-20")
2--caused a total of NONE problems
iii--after one day in the mid-30s, is almost entirely gone already.
Worth pre-empting an entire day's rosters of soap operas that crazy people in the South and the abandoned elderly and my friend Miss Kate cannot live without? Absolutely not. And yet the idiots on the TV were apoplectic, banging on about it incessantly, running around as if DC-level blizzardry were battering our fair shores. It was unbelievably vexing and made me want to punch myself in the testes.
But there's a fundamental difference between those idiots on the news and me: they get paid gobs of money for being idiots on the news, and I do not.
Luckily, the Baby Blizzard Jesus logged onto these internets and lo, there appeared a lovely British man to sublimate my rage into a new life's direction, to teach me how I, too, can become a handsomely paid idiot on the news.