F*%! You Mr. G-the-Weatherman!

Today is one of those oddly pleasant days that I fuckin' hate. It's false spring.  Just as you start getting used to it some hairy-assed rodent gets scared of it's own shadow and it matters that your corner house neighbor it too lazy to shovel and too cheap to pay someone else to do it.  I mean Last week everyone was trying to figure out how many ways you could create one word out of"snow"(or some variation) and "Apocalypse."(or some variation)  I imagine the first newscaster who used 'Snowmagedon' this year really gave him/herself a pat on the back after that one.  I suspect it was Mr. G from the WB--er whatever its called now.  Why?  Because I think he's an asshole.  I can honestly say that he's one of those people I hate for no legitimate reason.  But look at him (Pic1).  He looks like a grown up Peter Brady with David Hasselhoff hair. He is Douche-bag.  Anyhow, any time I hear 'Mr. G'  I think of  Mr. G from Summer Heights High (Pic 2), who i like infinitely better so Mr. G's can't all be bad.

So those are my rather dreary thoughts for such a nice day.  But for serious, I'm lovin' today.  It reminds me of how much happier new yorkers are in spring.  So for people who have time I suggest getting out before the day is over.  For all of you who won't make it because of those--umm what are they called---those things you get money for---right, JOBS, sucks to be you.  I don't mean that.  It's supposed to be warm for the next three days at least and not rainy on Thursday.