One good thing about the snow is that it always cleans my shoes.

One bad thing about the snow is that it's really heavy and I'm super lazy. Add that up and it doesn't exactly equal shoveling efficiency.

One good thing about the snow is that my car is handling really well and is really fun to drive in the snow. Weee!

One bad thing about the snow is that some people don't understand how to drive in it. Why, just last night, there was an idiotic man driving a Ford Explorer down Lyndale Avenue.

He was braking too much, constantly switching lanes, and he kept his turn signal on for about 20 seconds straight. Is he turning? I, um, I think so? Wait -- no way! He is not! But since my car was doing well and I'm a good driver and he wasn't doing well and there was plenty of room, I passed him. He flashed his bright lights at me, the big scary man. How dare me!? I could tell he was unhappy with my having passed him.

At the next light, he was in the right lane, I was in the left. He very very aggressively squeezed in front of my car. I nearly hit his car. I laid on the horn for a good 15 seconds. Then we hit another light -- I was sure to leave plenty of space between my car and his, in case of a road rage incident -- and hey! Here's one now!

The guy started moving back and forth, left and right in his car, very quickly and with purpose. That was how he gets out of his seatbelt apparently. He hopped out of his car, and he's this pudgy little bald fat bastard asshole. He probably lives in Burnsville. He started yelling and gesturing emphatically to let me know that he's the bigger asshole and the worse driver. At least I'm assuming that's what he said, you know, what with my car idling and my windows up and Kid A on the CD player and all, it was kind of hard to hear him. Besides, I don't speak asshole, anyway. I smiled and put my hands up like "What? I didn't do anything wrong. You wanna bring it, bitch?" His little bitty tirade lasted all of about 8 seconds before he realized that he was yelling at a physically fit 6'2" 205 pound dude. He hopped back in his car, his pudgy little bald fat asshole ego bruised. He turned left at that light. I gave him a little love honk. Honk honk!

One good thing is that the exhibition I talked about on my last post is live! Head on over to 28mm.org and check it out! Cover by me! A gallery by me! Me me me! Me! Hee. Um. What?

One bad thing is that it's already Monday. But I suppose everyone agrees with that.

One good thing is 3D photography. I'm faking some 3D photos here. Some of them are not bad, some have little glitches but I love making and looking at them. You could say I'm obsessed at the moment. Next to do: buy a real 3D camera. Action people! Action!

There's actually lots of good thing floating around.

One good thing was spending all day Sunday on a date with Lindsay. We had lunch, went to a T-Wolves game and spent the evening together, watching DVDs, TV and making a fabulously healthy dinner. Followed shortly after by chocolate chunk cookies. Sigh. Good times.

One good thing is that my parents are happy to help with part of the wedding reception. That's a very good thing. Thank you guys very much...

One good thing is that this has been my happiest winter in years. I don't think it's a coincidence, either. Lindsay, the dogs, the house, my photography, nothing hanging over my head... Everything is in a pretty good spot.

One bad thing is getting hit by a 1/2 to 3/4 ton Suburban.

One good thing is getting hit by a 1/2 to 3/4 ton Suburban with the one you love.

Should I stop milking the whole "we were on foot and got hit by an SUV that left the scene" thing yet? Is it funny still? I don't even know. Tell you what, though -- I'll milk this thing for months and you know it. Hee.

Love you all -- thanks for stopping by,
Eric