The Horror, the horror...

...of a little snow. It's mostly slush by now outside, but it was enough to scare my AFTERNOON classes to be canceled, but not my morning ones (hear growl and see sad face here).

Song(s) of the day can be found in the zip file here. The primary song of the day is "Swan Together." Next is "When will my cheated heart." Give them a listen. The rest of the CD isn't that bad either. This is free mash-up.

So I walked through a seedier section of town on my way home from climbing in a cathedral (har har be jealous you cathedral-less yanks) and saw some people who were almost gangster-esque. However, there's this aura of being English that surrounds many of them which makes them less scary than their American counterparts (also here you don't get shot, you get stabbed, so their range is limited to an arms length [I know the article is a bit old indeed, but you get the picture...and it's worse now]). I asked my roomies about this phenomenon and they pointed me to the term "chav." I found it on Wikipedia and encyclopedia dramatica (WARNING TO ADULTS/UPTIGHT PEOPLE: encyclopedia dramatica is a very perverse site. It is Wikipedia without moderators run by racist nerds. If you are easily offended, do not follow that link. Also, if you do follow that link and are a first-time visitor, don't click ANY links on the web page. Simply read the article and close the window. I cannot vouch for anything outside of the article). I thought the chav concept was interesting (and sadly a little funny). I know knife wounds aren't funny, but blinged-out cracked-out white British posers with knives are.

Just wear Kevlar when you walk at night.