Sunday, February 12, 2006


Let it come down! Cripple my city! Paralyze us all! From whence cometh this Nor'easter? P'raps from the Nor? Or the Easter, mayhap?

Asked the neighbor next door, who's 83, if she needed anything that waranted going out into the nightmarish "28 Days Later"-ish hellscape that the proximal Union Square area has become... so we went out and scored a halogen lightbulb and some Stilton for the woman. She was very gracious about the whole affair.

Meanwhile, "The Chillblain" lurked in his subterranean headquarters across town, planning his next big snowstorm heist at he Federal Reserve...