These are the dark days. Any romance that could possibly be associated with a beautiful January snowstorm has faded into the stark realization that February is really only two days shorter than most months and, if that's not bad enough, there's March looming out there like an evil force barreling down on us in its own hideous, inexorable way.
Wow. I feel like I just made a date to go sledding with Ethan Frome.
On the brighter side, the groundhog saw his shadow which means... D'oh!
At least I have my poems. Here's a haiku news summary from a relatively dull, lifeless, gray week:
Toyota is f*cked.
The bad news just keeps coming.
The bigger they come...
The admiral speaks:
"Don't ask, don't tell? Don't want it!"
Scott Brown takes his seat.
The Senate's first nude model.
The Dow is tanking!
Will it go below 10K?
Pity Goldman Sachs?
For those watching the Super Bowl on Sunday, the choice seems clear: You can root for a team that has long been the doormat of the NFL and which, like a phoenix, has risen together with its stricken city from the devastation of Hurricane Katrina to bring hope to the country and the world.
Or, you can root for a team from... Indiana.