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Monday, December 21, 2021

Speaking of wintry weather, I guess this is as good a time as any to present this corny scene from W.C. Fields‘ classic short film, The Fatal Glass of Beer:

That hoary vaudeville joke, “And it ain’t a fit night out… for maaaan nor beast!”, followed by the on-cue shot of (fake) snow right in the mush, never gets old.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 12/21/2009 11:37 PM
Category: Comedy, Weather
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So, two days after the Blizzard of ‘09 — which was so gosh-darn big that it was notably visible from outer space — I found my day’s pedestrian commute to be strewn with extended patches of snow and ice.

And I can’t figure out a justifiable reason for that. Yeah, it was a “blizzard”, but the brunt of it hit the southern end of the metro area. Manhattan got a fair amount of inches dumped upon it, but it was a benign dumping — no swirling winds and heavy snowfall to make cleanup extra difficult. I don’t understand why the sidewalks should still be treacherously slippery after more than a full day of cleanup opportunity.

Maybe all the build-up over impending “blizzard conditions” instilled a defeatist attitude in the area’s public works employees. They were expecting a knock-you-out storm, and even when that didn’t quite happen, they reacted as though it had. And since the public was just as pre-conditioned to the preemptive panic, no one’s raising the fuss that they should over the half-assed job that’s taking place. It could be the same dynamic I experienced all too often during Floridian hurricane panic-season. Oversaturated coverage of atmospheric conditions leads to irrational reactions.

Or maybe I’m just engaging in my usual wintry-weather bitching. It’s all relative.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 12/21/2009 10:50 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Society, Weather
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