I hate winter
I'm all antsy at work right now. I really want to go outside, move around and get some fresh air, but I really don't want to trudge through snow to do it. We got maybe 10-15cm of snow last night ( the UW Weather Station isn't helping... it looks like their snow depth sensor is dead). Not an optimistic start to December. I bet those wretchedly smug skiing bastards are happy. (It's annoying that these people are usually the same bastards who get all excited about 30+ degree days in the summer (the last one being less than three months ago—not much of an autumn to speak of, really)).
I went home for the weekend, which wasn't bad. My uncle got (re-)married. The ceremony was cute, if slightly unorthodox. It was the "clergyperson's"* first wedding, and, if nothing else, she did a good job at putting an hysterical bride at ease. I was a bit put off by her perceived need to explain the big words (like "coveneant" and "countenance"). But whatever. Ceremony and ritual are out of fashion. I'm a bit of an old fuddy-duddy in some ways.
* - her word, not mine.
I was going to go through the Belief-O-Matic (cited from Eric's blog). I gave up before I got through the first page, my problem being that I'm not really wedded to any particular set of beliefs. They lump "not sure" with absolute statements like "there is NO GOD!" I'm going to end up an atheist, and that's wrong. I could make stuff up, but then what's the point? I'd probably end up as Hindu or something.
Then again, it might just peg me as a Unitarian, which probably isn't that far off...
I still want to go outside. Maybe I'll pace around my cubicle for a bit.