Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful...

Entirely too cold to be creative, pithy, or even entertaining. Perhaps the brain and the font of observations will thaw in the next day or so. Until then, pedestrian commentary is the best to be offered.
A general malaise seems to grip those of us in southern climes when the thermometer dips below 60 degrees or so...perhaps those of hearty yankee stock are better prepared (or at least attuned) to such nonsense, but give me the heat of the summer. I'm already counting the days...
Christmas, THE BEST LITTLE WHOREHOUSE IN TEXAS, and other fun diversions loom on the horizon, creating great expectancy and a feeling of incipient merriment. (I must have taken a Dickens pill with breakfast today, hence the resultant verbosity and flowery prose.) With that in mind, and with the wind whirling 'round the window, perhaps a bowl of oatmeal and "Oliver Twist" would be appropriate. ("Please sir, I want some more...")
Have gotten (re)hooked on the HBO series "Carnivale," which is well-written with some great characters, but (as the saying goes) as weird as cat shit in a blender. The re-runs have been plentiful and frequent, as the show's second season premieres in January. Still another year to wait for the return of "The Sopranos." Quel dommage!
Enough babbling for tonight...