Oh Noes! NE might get two feet of snow!

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Women do not get pregnant during legitimate snowstorms.

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Is it really that big a deal? My wife lived one year just south of Syracuse, and got 190 inches of snow that winter, including one storm of 32 inches that I had the personal pleasure of shoveling through. It seems like par for the course up there.

Now the news coverage is another thing . . .

Syracuse does not equal New York or Boston. Buffalo gets like 50ft of snow each week, it's not the same. One of the major issues for a city like Boston is where to put the snow. There's not enough room in the city to plow it to the sides of the roads, everything has to be collected and driven out past the suburbs and dumped on snow farms.

Market forces would decide how best to remove the snow if the government were not involved.

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I've never met a snowman I didn't like.

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Is it really that big a deal? My wife lived one year just south of Syracuse, and got 190 inches of snow that winter, including one storm of 32 inches that I had the personal pleasure of shoveling through. It seems like par for the course up there.

Now the news coverage is another thing . . .

Syracuse does not equal New York or Boston. Buffalo gets like 50ft of snow each week, it's not the same. One of the major issues for a city like Boston is where to put the snow. There's not enough room in the city to plow it to the sides of the roads, everything has to be collected and driven out past the suburbs and dumped on snow farms.

Dumping Boston Snow on a Blizzardy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To fill his woods with Boston snow.

His little horse must think it queer
I’ve buried him from ear to ear
Between the woods and frozen lake
The longest snowstorm of the year.

He’d give his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake,
But no—the only sound’s my Jeep
As I leave him in my snowy wake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have to dump off such a heap,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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RofL

[Radbird]

We arrived in Boston today to personally experience this crap. Went to grocery store and lines are backed up the entire length of the aisles.

Jeez. You'd think a friggin' hurricane was coming or something.

[Maclowery]

I realized I have like no goods at home. Whatever, there're about twenty pubs within ten blocks. They'll have booze and heat in the event of a NYC shutdown a la Sandy.

[JackofDiamonds]

We arrived in Boston today to personally experience this crap. Went to grocery store and lines are backed up the entire length of the aisles.

Jeez. You'd think a friggin' hurricane was coming or something.

See you out in Davis. Imma get my drank on.

[Freed Roger]

We arrived in Boston today to personally experience this crap. Went to grocery store and lines are backed up the entire length of the aisles.

Jeez. You'd think a friggin' hurricane was coming or something.

See you out in Davis. Imma get my drank on.

We are all praying for you guys. Godspeed.

[jim]

Is it really that big a deal? My wife lived one year just south of Syracuse, and got 190 inches of snow that winter, including one storm of 32 inches that I had the personal pleasure of shoveling through. It seems like par for the course up there.

Now the news coverage is another thing . . .

Syracuse does not equal New York or Boston. Buffalo gets like 50ft of snow each week, it's not the same. One of the major issues for a city like Boston is where to put the snow. There's not enough room in the city to plow it to the sides of the roads, everything has to be collected and driven out past the suburbs and dumped on snow farms.

Dumping Boston Snow on a Blizzardy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To fill his woods with Boston snow.

His little horse must think it queer
I’ve buried him from ear to ear
Between the woods and frozen lake
The longest snowstorm of the year.

He’d give his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake,
But no—the only sound’s my Jeep
As I leave him in my snowy wake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have to dump off such a heap,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

queer ... tee-hee.