*starts bottling the cold air to sell; sends a case to Laverna* ((IRL: Saturday night and Sunday during the day, windchills down to -40sF... hope the data doesn't freeze in the lines))
Michelangelo wrote a poem about how much he hated painting the Sistine Chapel...One translation of the poem he sent to his friend begins: I’ve already grown a goiter from this torture, hunched up here like a cat in Lombardy(or anywhere else where the stagnant water’s poison).
Something just dawned on me. You know how we went from two digit years to four digit years because of the Y2K bug? In like 9K years we'll have to go to 5 digit years to combat the problem again