And Now, Your Moment Of Poetry

...which perfectly sums up the New York winter experience. So, with no further ado:

Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
-- Ezra Pound

In Which There Are More Real Estate Shenanigans

syringavulgaris: "SpaHa", forsooth.
syringavulgaris: I really want to start smacking people.
elibalin: Er? Where's that supposed to be?
elibalin: Really. I'm not sussing it out.
syringavulgaris: Spanish Harlem.
elibalin: Oh for gosh sakes.
elibalin: I would like to exile these people to the glamorous archipelago of StatIs.