Sunday, December 16, 2007

When the weather forecasters can't help but traffic in euphemisms

When the Weather Forecasters Start to Traffic in Euphemisms
It snowed lightly in Madison most of Saturday afternoon -- light fluffy stuff, just enough to be irritating and make even more of a mess of the streets. The forecasters can no longer bear to face reality. They're starting to traffic in euphemisms, not wishing to aggravate their viewers' already oppressive seasonal affective disorder. They said we would get a "dusting" of snow.

The verdict in our household, where we felt provoked beyond endurance: "That was no dusting -- I shoveled that s**t!"

12.19.07 UPDATE: Too dark? Check out Letter from here's Holiday Moratorium on discussions of gloomy weather and winter sadness.

3 comments:

Wren said...

Another gorgeous photo. I love the contrast of snow, the softness, the evocation of quiet.

And, having shoveled my share of it, I've gotten mighty tired of it, as well. Good luck ... at least this last bit was fluffy. Sounds like it's perfect for skiers, even if everyone else is snarling.

moonrat said...

awesome.

Dr Bud "Ice Man" Diablo said...

MadGuy, I speak with some professional authority as I inform you that crabbiness is not an affective disorder. In fact, when elicited by the snow, cold, high winds, and treacherous footing that make even fetching the mail a battle, it is the only normal response. People who wax lyrical about snow-covered landscapes either live far from winter's reach or DO have an affective disorder--most probably psychotic mania.

I used to shake my head when acquaintances spent winter playing shuffleboard beneath an Arizona sun, viewing that locale as a sort of elephant's graveyard. However, I have come to understand their motivations and, indeed, have begun to share them. Why slip, slide and shovel your way through life when you can experience the aesthetics of blizzards via webcam?

The only thing I still like about winter is throwing a snowball at a bus. I love that deep slam it makes when it hits the side. However, I recently gave up that activity when a friend pointed out that (a) an errant throw could hurt someone and (b) my professional standing and age would make a citation enough of a novelty to provide fodder for a CAP TIMES article. These were not considerations that had ever occurred to me.