It's grim up west

[hirez]

You may or may not recall that I was jabbering about space-jeans the other week. Since it's been rather cold out, they've come into their own. I'm not sure I actually need to bother with the cyclist's cold weather strides unless it's actually pissing it down.

It also turns out that it's impossible to listen to long-form music (in this office, anyway) without some native of Porlock coming to bother you in one of the many good bits.

At that point I gave up and set the player back to random.

The transition to 'A place to bury strangers' from 'Beethoven's quiet bits' was more than a little startling, let me tell you.