The east coasters among you won't find much distressing about the following two pictures, but rest assured, if you're in Portland then you know the following things: (1) there will be no salt on these roads; (2) there will be no gravel on these roads; and (3) there will be no snow plows on these roads. In fact, the last time I saw snow plows in Portland, two of them had managed to get their plow parts all intertwined like they were conducting some futuristic machinery mating ritual, and they blocked an entire intersection with their idiocy. Really, get a room. If you're in Portland, then you also know that this crap will melt and freeze and melt and freeze until it looks like Tanya Harding's favorite haunt (that'd be an ice skating rink, peeps).



However, come hell or high snow, I am going to work tomorrow because I cannot stand another minute locked in the house. Oh, and also, because my co-workers think I'm a slack-ass wimp. They sent me this picture of downtown Portland at lunch, to prove it...