Global warming means less evil New York winters. Coming from Las Vegas, I hate anything less than 60 degrees. Ideally, I would be locked in a climate-controlled environment that stays between 70 and 77 degrees, with no humidity and no wind. Since this is impossible, I just don't leave the house. Works better for everyone.

This is a NYTimes article about how no one's buying overpriced, ugly winter jackets because it's been so warm this winter. Boo hoo. What this means for me is that The Puffy— the giant sleeping bag disguised as a coat that I normally wear for six-seven months straight, and relegates my fashion to that that of a homeless ewok—has gotten very little use.

This person needs his head examined— “I am still running in shorts,” Mr. Kay said of his morning jogs through Central Park. “That is not a good thing.”


http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/23/business/23warm.html?ei=5065&en=874c9936c0f905f5&ex=1167454800&partner=MYWAY&pagewanted=print

For my usual feeling on fall/winter/spring, anything but summer, see Chelsea Peretti's hilarious post from last year.

http://chelseaperetti.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-you-love-fall.html

i leave you with....

RANDOM CUTE ANIMAL PICTURE.