Comments on: icebound http://www.jon22.net/icebound/ The Website of Jonathan Dobres Tue, 27 Sep 2011 03:58:50 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Icelander http://www.jon22.net/icebound/comment-page-1/#comment-664 Icelander Fri, 16 Feb 2007 15:13:21 +0000 http://www.jon22.net/icebound/#comment-664 At least you don't own your own house. Then the ice and snow that's trapping you in your house is YOUR problem. You get to strap on your boots and gloves and coat and scarf and hat and long underpants, though not necessarily in that order, and grab your shovel and pickaxe and salt and dynamite and go dig that stuff out. Then, the following day, you get to stay home from work because you can't. freaking. move. (I followed your link from WWdN.) At least you don’t own your own house. Then the ice and snow that’s trapping you in your house is YOUR problem.

You get to strap on your boots and gloves and coat and scarf and hat and long underpants, though not necessarily in that order, and grab your shovel and pickaxe and salt and dynamite and go dig that stuff out.

Then, the following day, you get to stay home from work because you can’t. freaking. move.

(I followed your link from WWdN.)

]]> By: GDeeeeZL http://www.jon22.net/icebound/comment-page-1/#comment-660 GDeeeeZL Thu, 15 Feb 2007 22:52:50 +0000 http://www.jon22.net/icebound/#comment-660 As you well know, JD, I walk as though I am on a mission to hurt somebody....bad. Furthermore, I tend to ambulate with my shoulders, not my legs. When I approach a large sheet of ice I don't think so much as I tell the ice with my size 12s, "You better hope I don't fall because if I do, you're going to be the one who gets hurt." Ice is my bitch. Ice fears and respects me. If I do slip, I tend to catch myself by stomping down hard with the heel of the foot highest in the air. Ice is my bitch. That quick stomp on the ice reminds it who is the DeeeeZ and who is simply a (mostly) static group of water molecules. Ice is my bitch. I'm sorry you're stuck inside today. Rest assured, I will have a hero fantasy later today, wherein I bust my way through the tundra to your apartment and flex a path clear for you from home all the way to your work. As you well know, JD, I walk as though I am on a mission to hurt somebody….bad. Furthermore, I tend to ambulate with my shoulders, not my legs. When I approach a large sheet of ice I don’t think so much as I tell the ice with my size 12s, “You better hope I don’t fall because if I do, you’re going to be the one who gets hurt.” Ice is my bitch. Ice fears and respects me. If I do slip, I tend to catch myself by stomping down hard with the heel of the foot highest in the air. Ice is my bitch. That quick stomp on the ice reminds it who is the DeeeeZ and who is simply a (mostly) static group of water molecules. Ice is my bitch. I’m sorry you’re stuck inside today. Rest assured, I will have a hero fantasy later today, wherein I bust my way through the tundra to your apartment and flex a path clear for you from home all the way to your work.

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