The blizzard of 2008. Twelve to 15 inches on the ground and more coming, but given the wicked snowdrifts, it looks worse from my back door. There’s a level three snow emergency in my county, which means you have to be gushing blood from the head in order to have an excuse to be on the road. The airport is closed, all high school events, churches, factories, restaurants, and even Municipal Court is closed. Those due for arraignments have to spend an extra night in jail. They can join the rest of us. I’ve been stuck in this house for two days with my children and bored pets. I’d take the peace and quiet of the county jail.
Okay, time to shake off the snow time blues. This is the Age of New Media right? My entertainment options are endless. We are a very tech savvy family and have all the state of the art musings at our disposal. We should have no trouble passing the time today.
My TiVo has been bare ever since I cleaned it out during the writers’ strike and my satellite TV isn’t working, likely because there’s a foot of snow resting on the dish outside. I head to the media cabinet. Let’s see… I have seven seasons of The West Wing, ten seasons of The Simpsons, the entire Monty Python’s Flying Circus TV and movie collection, two seasons of Supernatural, two seasons of WKRP in Cincinnati, and only two seasons of Scrubs? How did that happen? I could have sworn I had at least five. I instantly check my memory to see which cunning friends and relatives have pilfered my collection. I also notice there’s no X-Files. I ask the hubby where that was. We never had it? Didn’t I get the entire nine season collection for Christmas or my birthday (which is shortly after Christmas)? I could have sworn it was high on my list. No? Looks like I’m going to be on Amazon today, assuming the Internet connection works.
I’m interrupted by my husband’s loud exclamation about the back door. The snow is piled up so high it’s going to take a team of sled dogs to get us out. I know my miniature dachshund can’t do it. Looks like I’ll be cleaning up messes in the basement today. Think I can train the dog to use the cat litter box?
Anyway, back to entertainment. I go through the movie collection next. I’ve got every Pixar, Disney, and DreamWorks animated flick ever created. I’m not announcing that with pride. Relatives know these DVDs make affordable Christmas gifts for kids. A good majority of them are still in the shrink wrap. I did find one gem in that mess.
For any adult who hasn’t seen Hoodwinked, you are missing out. The kids can watch it, but there are so many nuggets in there for adults one should suspect children were not the intended target audience. It’s an ingenious yet twisted take on Little Red Riding Hood. Picture a granny kicking butt and taking names through extreme sports, a schnitzel truck driver channeling his inner Paul Bunyan, a typecast big bad wolf cleverly done by the guy who played Puddy on Seinfeld, a weird cast of woodland creatures trying to investigate a crime scene loaded with baked goods, and top it all off brilliantly by Andy Dick portraying one malevolent bunny. That DVD ought to kill a few hours.
Hubby puts on the local news via rabbit ears. I do find irony in watching local snow coverage through a snow-filled TV screen. The local weekend crew is trying to kill hours to cover the fact that there’s a freaking lot of snow on the ground. I love the crack investigative reporter telling us not to go outside without a thick coat and some gloves. I have a better idea, don’t go outside at all, or how about someone tell me who I call for a sled dog rescue? A breaking announcement just came on with the most tragic of all news. They just closed the mall.