“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”
Judging by the weekend weather forecast, it would seem that Frosty the Snowman wants to… uhh… sneeze all over the East Coast. (I think I just about snuck that one past the censors.) Since that is, unfortunately, inevitable- thanks, Al Gore, for your stupid non-existent global warming!- I figured I might as well perform my usual weekly public service and try to raise the temperature a bit.
Stay warm, stay indoors, and make yourself a solid mug of Irish coffee. The way I make it involves rather a lot of Irish, diluted somewhat with coffee- and boy, does it ever work.
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