Pictured above: The scooter on ice. Yes, winter has arrived. And snow was a big subject yesterday, when I made the mistake of going to a workshop-related X-mas party, attended by the cadaverous, the exhausted, and the utterly boring. (I fell mostly into the 2nd - and possibly 3rd - category.) I mean it. It was excruciating. But somebody brought fried pickles, so it was okay, I guess. Afterward, I walked home with Astral Weeks on my iPod, wishing for the last 2 hours of my life back. I take about 55% of the responsibility for finding yesterday's party to be so spiritually draining. I was in a bad mood already. But Astral Weeks helped. Astral Weeks always helps.