Think of the birds and dogs escaping to high land before the Christmas tsunami. The birds and dogs could run. How would a killer whale feel, trapped at Seaworld, sensing there was a Snowicane about to hit the continent? You'd get edgy too. Then you might eat someone. Just to relieve your stress. Like chocolate.
I have great sympathy for the killer whale, because I have been jacked around by my trainer today. Remember how I've been wanting to go to Toronto? Gary was at a stereo system impasse today, and suggested "Hey, didn't you want to go to Toronto this weekend? We could fly to Buffalo and then drive to Toronto and it would be cheaper. Look into that."
"Milk it!" I thought, "This is to make up for the still-unfinished Valentines project." And I made plans, but luckily no money changed hands routers, because he soon said:
"Wait. Isn't it supposed to snow up there this weekend?"
And damn, I checked, and there was the Snowicane (or, alternatively, Tsnownami), which shut down our travel plans. Bah. I'm even more stir-crazy now. I could eat someone.
P.S. Cysnowclone. Snowister. Snowphoon.
P.P.P.S. Snowpernova / Supersnowva.