Too much F'ing snow! And once again, the Meteorologists got the snow total wrong – they said 2" to 4" (then tacked on their own 3" to 6" guess, trying to appear smarter than the computer by saying there'd be moisture from Lake Michigan once the eastern flow of the backend of the storm was passing through) and we barely got over an inch. And how do I know this? Well later on after shoveling earlier, our lazy bastard neighbors who never shovel their driveways and just drive over it like a bunch of jerk turds. I read that these Meteorologists get their info from 21 different computer models, and it's up to them to pick which one for the forecast. And of course, between these models, there's always a precipitation range of .15" of an inch to 5" of rain or 20" of snow. It'd be nice if they're get a forecast right once in a while, especially even 12 hours in advance. I've said it before and I'll say it again: long-term forecasts are pointless. I think these Meteorologists should be held accountable.

Anyways, as HelloStuart sent me a link about these Topps Turkey Red baseball cards , and I was looking through the Flickr set of 21st Century baseball cards. Man, baseball cards sure have changed a lot since my late 80s / early 90s collecting days. Too much emphasis on high-end graphics, foil and hologram stamping, and I'm sure they're all covered in layer after layer of glossy Ultra-violet coating. A far cry from the dirty cardboard .50 cent wax pack with really crummy pictures and color from back in the day.

I found a 2005 Upper Deck Ichiro card where he's on the warning track in Cleveland (now called Progressive Field for the next 16 years) and of course the debate here is that yellow line on top of the wall. The problem in Cleveland & elsewhere has been what the ruling is on the play when the ball hits that yellow line. In essence, it means nothing, and if it hits it and bounces in, it's in play, if it hits and lands in the stands in foul territory, it's a ground rule double, and if it hits it and bounces over the fence, it's a homerun. At least that's what I thought.

And I don't have to tell you that Valentine's Day is the lamest of all holidays. And once again, it's going to snow on V-Day here, so all the idiots out taking their Screaming Beavers to a fancy restaurant (or ghetto $tyle at White Castle with its tablecloths & candle lit Slyders dinners ) will get to wait in snowy traffic going 20 mph for 3 hours while waiting for their food for 3 hours. Seriously, the holiday makes me want to puke. "Oh let's be all flirty and sickeningly cute for a day!" How many relationships and marriages has this needless holiday ruined? Growing up, I remember my mom going ape sh*t when my dad didn't make enough of an effort on V-Day, which of course resulted in screaming, various items being overturned, vehicle gears getting grinded, money being spent and then finally, restored but bitter feelings. Seriously, what is the damn point, women?? The men had already spent all of December worrying about what to get for your ass for Christmas, and now a month and a half later, they have to deal with this sh*t?! You estrogen hormone egocentric chocolate-driven monsters! I guess the word I'm looking for is "lame". Yes, 'lame holiday'. Holidays aren't meant to destroy relationships.

Oh and apparently I'm on Level 8 now after being on Level 7 for the past 3 years. Whoop-dee-do. **twirls finger in air**