The Nappy Cat Chronicles

BitTorrent, the software that enables you to watch those television shows that you missed, the movies that aren’t worth your $9.25, and to listen to the albums that have yet to be officially released, came to a head sometime within the last couple months. It officially accounted for over 50% of p2p web traffic. This is no small feat. I myself have been guilty of partaking in the fruits of the poisonous tree and adding a few seeds of my own. Not to toot my own horn, but here are two big torrent I have started:

Coldplay Collection (3 Albums, 2 B-Sides, 10 Singles and EPs): Completed at least 18,020 times.

Sarah McLachlan Collection (9 Albums and 2 EPs): Completed at least 27,630 times.

That’s a bit of an achievement for me personally. I’m glad that the music I love is being enjoyed by 10’s of 1000’s of people.

Anyway, back to BitTorrent. BitTorrent suffers from the same problem that Napster did, it currently requires centralization. There is an entity, or in this case multiple entities, for the RIAA and the MPAA to attack.

(Exeem, a SuprNova project in beta, will decentralize BitTorrent and turn it into something like KaZaa. However, the problem is with ensuring file authenticity. It is possible for different files to share the same checksum code.)

I suggest that current members-only torrent sites close their registration. Any public torrent sites should become membership-only and check ip’s against the database of known affiliates of the RIAA, MPAA, etc. Members-only sites should run the ip’s of their current membership crop against the same database. Weed out those bastards who want to take down their site.

Also, it would be wise if torrent sites limited donation solicitation to members-only pages. The paypal link has gotten more than a few torrent sites in trouble. On his front page, Lowkee of LokiTorrent is raising 300,000 for legal fees. (That’s a decent sum of money to embezzle and live off of frugally for the rest of one’s life.)

Although downloading contents creates a demand for that content, I’m sure the RIAA and MPAA feel totally out of control of the situation. This, in turn, places the burden on you, the consumer. You who downloaded the tracks and went to Virgin and purchased the album. You who downloaded the movie only to see it in the theater, and then purchase the first release DVD, the collector’s edition, and the platinum collector’s edition.

So, we shall see what comes of this. The big money-makers will continue to bully and consumers will continue to download for sure. One other thing I am always sure of: Technology always triumphs.

I just wanted to let you know my thoughts about turning 25 in the next couple of days. I have none. I would rather just skip it all together. It has been a bad enough, so I shifted my attention to more important matter such as Frisbee! I was working and feeling annoyed with my day when a light note got my attention. For the first time is my 24 years and 361 days (not like I am counting), I saw a customer purchase a Frisbee. I never believed anyone would. Whenever my friends and I played Frisbee, we always found them. I guess it never occured to me that people do buy them. Sure, there was a possiblity? But banks and promotional sales always gave them out for free! I remember my first Frisbee looking like an ancient relic from 1945. It probably was from then considering I found it in a lake. In fact, they all came from a lake. If there is anything us humans should have ever learned was to not throw Frisbees around lakes and rivers. Somehow, I should have guessed that they still market Frisbee. If anyone can remember this, please say so! I remember my brother animate about getting a Triangle Frisbee. The point of it was that it was crossed with the Australian boomerang idea. The Frisbee was suppose to come back to you like your dog does. Of course, the reality of it is that it didn’t and your dog is too stupid to respond to such activity. That is why we trained the dog to get the Frisbee in the first place. Just to stimulate those six brain cells the dog has. But not only did the Triangle Frisbee look neat, it also did not fly! So we grew a slave the the circle once again! So if you have ever bought a Frisbee, raise your hand! Even if you are in a room by yourself!

Not only was I enlightened by the Frisbee sale, I also got the urge to bowl! A few customers in the local Sports Authority asked about bowling stuff! What I learned was shocking. In the American World of Life, style and looks seem to be everything with clothes! Fashion, Fashion, Fashion! But one thing withstood the world of retail fashion! Bowling shoes. We sell bowling shoes at Sports Authority. Why do you care? I don’t know, but they are still as ugly today as they were when the dinosaurs bowled the Earth. Everytime I went bowling, there were two things that I remember each time. The old man smell and the ugly shoes. No where else in the world can you get Fashionable people to wear ugly-ass shoes on purpose than at your local bowling alley! And they have such wonderful colors: Olive Green, Orange, Faded Bright Red, Cobalt Blue. and lined with gray lining that everyone knows was once white! They also had the numbers on the back declaring your foot size, and there was nothing you can do about it! Everyone gets to know how big your feet really are. What can you do? But did anyone ever wonder who wore the shoes before you. The fat guy who was always fat behind the counter always swore that they were clean. Did he clean them? Just a side thought?

And who can forget the only sport you can beat little inocent animals other than Badmitten! No one has ever explained to me why the balls are called Birds. I think it was a sick joke or something. Most Animal Rights Activists probably would not find this funny? But it is a great game! It is one of the few games where men and women are completely equal at a game. The Bird never goes where you what them to! Scoring is easy! And everyone is bad at it. Practice makes perfect unless you are playing Badmitten. If anyone stops for five mintues, it is over. You have to recreate your style again.

Other thoughts occurred to me as well as these games. Now, it is nearly impossible to find a soccer ball in the Atlanta area that is Black and White! They have gone the distance to make them Carebear colors. Go Figure! You also cannot get very much camping gear from you local retail sports store. There is no such thing a single-man tent. There are now two types of street hockey. One involves an actual puck and the other involves a ball. Now, since the invention of rollerblades, you need padding. What a sissy sport! I remember running with hockeysticks in hand basically beating the opposing team with it. That was not a foul either! It was just fair in playing the game. New invention alert! Frisbee Golf!

So whether you beat each other with hockey equipment or treasure your 1827 frisbee. Have fun with sports. Take landmarks of your sport and enjoy!

Skibicki

I have come to make an announcement. I, David T. Skibicki, decided to write a book of comedy entitled When The Nutz Fall Far From The Tree. I figured with my humor, it would be a good seller. At least, it was not something like Revenge Of The Nuclear Squirrel or something like that. In either case, my stories are flying across the nation taking e-mail and the internet by storm. Pretty soon, I will be hanging out with people like David Barry learning the works on the humor columnist career. Maybe, I’ll be famous. Well, enough about that. I decided to write about “Nappy Cat.” I have recently been published on a internet site listed under www.thenappycat.com. My only complaint is that it has not been visited as often. Maybe, it has to do with me. My theory is the title page being listed as “The Nappy Cat Chronicles.” I do not think the common person would get that, because it sounds like a cartoon character. That is where I come in. I am here to tell you about Nappy Cat.Where to begin? How about fishing? Fishing, the most dedicating sport of lies. It is one of the few sports that involve the seeing is believing. Why do care about what size a fish is as oppose to seeing what good our politicians are doing for our country? Simple: we expect disappointment from politicians! At least with a fish, you can cook it and eat it with no shame, unless you are a bad cook. So like most fishing stories, there are no lights or camera, so one could declare they caught the Loch Ness Monster, and we could still imagine at least a 7lb. bass. That is the point to fishing! You also do not have to catch anything to be a successful fisherman these days. You hear of all the excuses on the loading dock about the guy who hooked a big one that almost got it in the boat, but the fishing line snapped. Go figure! But that action attracts us.

So back to Nappy Cat. It was a beautiful day of boredom during my junior year of Coastal Carolina University. There was nothing to do, but study. So who studies during nice days? This is college we are talking about people! So two of my fraternity brothers of Pi Kappa Phi decided to go fishing in the local Waccamaw River. Of course, there is not a lot of fish you can catch in that river. It was far from a hope to getting anything. So the best and easiest thing to catch is your simple freshwater catfish. So I went to the store for bait and tackle to get this stuff called Nabba Cat. Someone had told me the shit drives catfish wild, and I believed it. It smelled like shit, and I am sure if there where ever any takers, it probably tasted like it. So it came down to two brothers named Drew Bird and Shawn Jones, myself, crappy beer (a fisherman’s Must), and the Nabba Cat in a can. We went down to the river to fish the backwaters. After an hour of getting nothing, but the very permanent smell of Nabba Cat attached to our bodies, we decided to move to the river itself. Keep in mind the Motto of Fishing. I think you can probably sing this:

Early to bed
Early to Rise
Fish like Hell
And Make Up Lies!

So I got to watch the very promising first cast of one of the two brothers who I will not mention by name due to embarrassment, but Drew got it to bounce through the tree line off a record-breaking number of branches to find his lure of Nabba Cat dangling an inch above the water. Great Job! I cannot say that I was very good myself. I caught Shawn’s fishing pole after pulling out of his hands. Note: we do not mention the beer, because the cheap beer was left unopened. Open cheap beer is a bad omen for fishermen. Or maybe it is the other way around. Anyway, we had an extreme horrible time catching anything with the exception of the local trees. So we do want most fisherman do. We caught stickfish! Nevermind if there is a definition to one or not. They were stickfish, damn it! We felt satisfied. So what did you learn about Nappy Cat. Nappy Cat is Nabba Cat. Of course, the problem with the product is that it only works well in water. It stinks up a storm. It takes a total of 47 minutes of constant washing to remove the existence of Nabba Cat from the body. So when shit goes wrong, we now yell out “Nappy Cat!” For now, I will resist to tell further tales of Nappy Cat. I assure you more will come. NAPPY CAT!
Skibicki

I decided that I have to apologize. I am one of the many people who almost forgot about Thanksgiving with the overshadowing Christmas marketing. I was really reminded minutes ago when I move in some tables to set up for all of the family. It is a big event, but it is easy to forget. Every year, I ask this question which seems to have no answers: Are there any Thanksgiving Songs? There are really no answers with exception of Adam Sandler’s Thanksgiving Song, which I was told yesterday that it did not exist! I must have heard it every year on the radio, but I could be hearing things. But people sometimes ask why Thanksgiving is not given such a big deal as Christmas and Halloween. For one thing, it is just food. Though, the average person probably eats more on this day than anytime of the year, you would think that the food stores would advertise like crazy. The second reason could be more interesting.

When you look back on the history of Thanksgiving, we think of the Pilgrims smiling hand-in-hand with the Indians. Okay, to be corrected, Native-Americans! We present Americans will not be listed as Native-American until either the National Debt is erased or we live to see 4004! So I guess that destroys our hopes of being Native! In either case, it is the Pilgrims and their floating yacht, The Mayflower and Indians! So for years, we are all to be thankful to God for our food, and the lives we had, but the original Native-Americans supplied that. Did we really thank them? Of coure not, because we could not speak their language, but we probably wouldn’t if we knew. The Pilgrims had a great shock of “nice” when they showed up in the New World. The Virginia Colony swore up and down that Indians, before these Civil definitions, were bad, and alot like demons of Satan! So the whole Indian thing seems to be lost in statues and a few plays performed with the local school system. I remember when I was in third grade when we had the Thanksgiving Play. The most important thing we learned from Indians was not that they saved the Pilgrims, but they invented Popcorn! If you think about it, us foreign people stole their land, the copyrights to popcorn, and kicked them out of most of our historical thoughts! I am not trying to make anyone feel bad, because there are too few to get mad. We just don’t recognize the Native-Americans for their popcorn! For fun, name some Native-Americans, you will see my point. Neil Young doesn’t count!

Another reason we may forget Thanksgiving is it mascot: the Turkey! We are talking about the animal, not the country for those not tuned in! If you look at all the other great holidays, they all have animal or something we recognize. Examples: Deer=Christmas, Rabbit=Easter, Duck=also Easter, St. Patrick’s Day=little guy (we have to be nice and Politically correct)! They are all more interesting than a Turkey, because they are smarter. We just eat turkeys! If I ate a rabbit on Easter Day, someone who say that I am sick and evil! Actually, that sounds like a good idea! I will have to save that thought. Also, there is no spark! No magic with a Turkey. If Thanksgiving Day, a turkey left a colored egg, candy, presents, or money, Okay, we would remember! There would be an incentive to remember. I remember losing all my teeth, because the Tooth Fairy gave a dollar for each one. It would be later that parents would have to mention that it is only for baby teeth, because little Junior would want to take a hammer to the rest of his teeth! If you ladies remember Sex Education in Middle School, you remember that your mother was suppose to give you Ice Cream for your first period! So the video said! It might have been an Ice Cream advertisement. So there is no place for remembering the turkey. So next time you are in the woods, thank the turkeys!

As for Thanksgiving thoughts and ways to remember it, check you calender everyday, write memos to yourself, remember that the After Thanksgiving Sale is not Thanksgiving Day, and most of all be thankful for your family, life, and love you have! Or else be forgotten like Turkey the country, I mean, animal! And if you feel guilty for Native-Americans (a.k.a. Indians!), blame those Boston Red Sox fans, those ungrateful Pilgrims!

Skibicki

Dear Christmas Fans:

It has come to my attention that Nov. 14th is the official Christmas music day. It was pretty rough. If you all did not read any e-mails before this, I am currently working at a Sports Authority. It really is not that bad of a job. More or less, what job? I just clean up after people and guess the answers on certain products that explain themselves. But my store has a radio playing at all times. Before the day in question, I heard more Eighties songs than ever including, “She Blinded Me With Science”, which everyone should hear. It is a classic! Now, I hear Christmas songs that were accidentally found in the trash section of the Music World. They pulled everything and anything out. Remember the theme song to Charlie Brown’s Christmas with the piano. I heard that today! But to complain, I heard all of this music, and my department is out of everything fun about Team Sports!

You know the biggest shocker of working a Sports Authority was the Hockey equipment. I have never been too much into hockey with exception of the fights. Where else can you find stupid people that take off protective gear to punch each other? But they did not have the Jason Mask. Laugh at me if you will, but it is the Jason Mask. Friday the Thirteenth made hockey scary. I remember my brother Mike the best with his hockey mask. In Florida, my brother and I used to play Friday the Thirteenth in our neighborhood with a couple of our friends, Chirs and Carlos. It really never amounted to anything great. We, as in our friends and I, would run from my brother who would be Jason. Of course, if you know the movies, Jason always walked. How did the girls in those movies get killed is beyond me. If you can outrun a snail, you can outrun my brother, I mean, Jason!

I think the girls died in those movies for two reasons. One, to scare young girls! No kidding! And two, to piss off us single guys who are having a hard enough time getting a date! What can you do?

Another thing that bothered me was the different sports seasons. My store does not believe in them. Tennis, what is that? We have no hard court tennis balls when all of the state of Georgia has are hard tennis courts. It is wrestling season for those who care, but we have no wrestle equipment. I just wonder how I am getting paid when no one is buying anything except for cheap Christmas music. I always believed it was a character assassination when a musical artist did a Christmas album. It is one of the main reasons bands go to hell! Drugs, Depression, Money, and Christmas Albums destroy bands we love. Example: Mariah Carey. For those who like Mariah Carey, you cannot dispute this. She had a promised career in music until she did a Christmas Album! Her original record company paid her not to make another album with their label. She has done better, but only after a few hard years after that Christmas. The few bands that survive the Christmas music trend every year come out winners, because someone lost their album before their release. But since my store is so amazing at find these dark secret time gems, I will tell you all when Black Sabbath or Godsmack comes out with a Christmas Album. I am pretty sure I a heard Biohazard do a Christmas Carol today. Where is Jason when you need him?

Skibicki

So right now at times it feels as though my life has no direction. Grad school, wow. It is an accomplishment to enter into a master’s program, but when it is simply the next logical step handed to you because you’re good at taking tests, the uniqueness is lost. And then you realize that it doesn’t challenge you at all, that it’s just a lot of memorization and typing. Not that I went in expecting to rewrite the counseling handbook, but I expected a little more enrichment. Anyway, music is that only thing keeping me afloat lately. Fun/odd/distinctive music. Music that you most likely won’t like, probably right after the first few notes.

The first track I’ll post has been on my playlist often and is direct from The Shins’ album, Oh, Inverted World. The Shins are a classic guitar pop group influenced by The Byrds, Donovan, Nick Drake, and The Beach Boys. Oh, Inverted World is hailed as one of the definitive indie rock albums from the early 00’s. The lyrics of “Caring Is Creepy” are metaphors and commands regarding a huge letdown, uplifting hopes, and being yourself (a love song, but not a standard love song). It begins:

I think I’ll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it’s crashed, the colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.

When was the last time you listened to a vocalist sing “moat”? The great thing is, is that despite using a different lyrical lexicon, the track does not suffer from pretentiousness (like that of a Britney Spears greatest hits album, with an airbrushed and Photoshopped forgery on the cover):

Happy Thursday with another dream to wake me up. In case you did not get the other parts of this title, I will have to keep you up to date. The first involved Irish Spring Soap, and the second ended with an angry Postal worker who only spoke German. As usual, I had another sexual dream, and they are always strange. If you can picture this: I was walking into a Michael’s, a craft store, when I came across this nice girl who seemed interested in me. It was then, I she spoke to me that she started to remove her clothes. For you guys out there, stop drooling! It was at the point to her full naked self that it happen. About twelve angry dwarves dressed in elf uniforms proceed to beat her down. Then, they came at me witha a hammer cussing me out. I woke up assuming that I died, but I was more disturbed about having the song, Jingle Bells stuck in my head at four in the morning.

Which brings us to our favorite over marketed holiday: Christmas! This dream was surely sparked by the Christmas music I heard in Walmart. But it is not a surprise that it has started before Thanksgiving Day. The Christmas decorations were up in July at least in some stores in South Carolina. There are even stores that are dedicated to Christmas all year around. I remember job hunting in Febuary where The Christmas Store was still hiring for people! I guess we can forgive this holiday for the music part. Think about all of the Halloween and Thanksgiving Music we hear. The questions still stands today: Does anyone know any Thanksgiving songs other than Adam Sandler’s Thanksgiving Song? I did not think so!

It just dawned on me in the early morning hours about the position I put myself in. I got a job at a Sports Authority at North Point Mall. I am not in the mall itself, but for those who have seen the mall, you realize they build it too small. They had to add forty strip malls around it to get all of the stores around for the shoppers. Sports Authority happens to be one of those misfortuned stores that is not in the mall. Traffic is bad in the area, and I look forward to the Christmas Cheer of mulitply that times seven! Christmas traffic seems to always equal hell on Earth. I think that Dante’s Inferno was skipping a few things. We are all slaves to the traffic lights.

The Christmas Gifts: I remember when it was fun to give a receive gifts in the family. Now, it is ten years later, and I am afriad that I will offend somebody. And of course, you are only allowed to give on the day of Christmas. I tried one year to give my dad a present early by five days. I was refused, and told to wait until Christmas. It was funny to me, because if it was not a Christmas present, a day became my dictator for the full month of December. I guess I looked at it a different why, since I was born in December. But of course, we only look at one perspective of Christmas. It is different for other countries like Santa Claus or St. Nicholas comes on December 2nd on my birthday in some parts of Germany. Russia has Christmas on January 7th. Austrailia does something in the heat, because Santa’s reindeer die of heatstroke Down Under. And the Japanese, we won’t go there, because they got Godzilla!

I just wanted to let everyone to be peaceful for the holiday’s. Don’t get upset with the Jews or Muslims based on the fact that only half of the Christmas music applies to them. Don’t cuss out your neighbor in your car, even if he DID cut you off. Don’t expect presents when you should really expect love. Or else you will start having dreams like mine where the Nuclear Atom Bat attacks Moby Dick the Whale over a bowl of Fruit Loops Cereal with Jingle Bells playing in the background! Have Fun!

Skibicki

P.S. Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way…………

Well, it is officially the first day of work for me in the State of New York. I have once again returned to the Crimson Knights called RGIS Inventory Specialists. It is not like they are the Rutgers or anything, but it is work. I guess I am slightly proud of it. It means that I can say that I am not jobless. Of course, I am sure that everyone was expecting something a little more upgraded like becoming a leader in the United Nations or something important. It has not happened yet, though. I guess what I am really happy about is that I was finally transferred from the RGIS in Kennesaw, Ga. It has taken the Inventory Specialists a total of three weeks to get me completely transferred. It must have been a truly difficult task like if they we setting up the Iraq Elections. But after much discussion, they decided that I was in their inventory for employment after all.So today, I strapped on the 1970’s audit machine to my body expecting all sorts of problems with it. They are like most computers: slow! But I had no real problems! The only thing I could say was “This socks!” based on the baby socks I had to count. I had my first inventory with a Kohl’s store starting bright and early at 7a.m. Normally, this would be considered rather late for RGIS. They usually base their inventories on the Rooster Cycle. Questions? A Rooster Cycle is when a rooster wakes up and starts to crow. If you are wondering what the average rooster cycle is, there really is none. It was once determined by cartoons that roosters wait until the crack of dawn to wake up the neighborhood. If you believe this, you are sadly mistaken. After one experience with a rooster at my friends house, I realized that roosters have no sense of time, and equally hate everyone. To the rooster, you are all equally worthless! So most inventories can be anywhere from 4am to 2am, depending on the manager’s social life of that particular retail store. There is always a loser manager who wants nothing more than staying for overnight inventories. So in a way, RGIS is a kind of social gathering for those managers.

In any case, I felt that I fit into the new RGIS based off the niceness of the other employees. We took our time, and counted such wonder things like bras, panty hose, baby socks, and the retail favorite: the Clearance Section! There was a thousand pleasant little “beeps” echoing throughout the store amongst the customers that could not tell a broomstick from a pot hole. But the best thing is how nice the store managers are. After all, we are their social life. No, really they are pretty nice, because we have the Power in the store. If you are a manger of a retail store, you know this. I remembered that every retail job I had had two visits that scattered my local managers in a panic. They were Head District Managers whose job is still undefined to this day! So let’s define them! District Managers are stress managers who amplify the stress levels of the retail slaves, I mean, workers to near chaos for the Company President’s pleasure! Well, dive into it a little deeper some other time. The other major panic is us, Inventory Auditors. We have the power to bring the first mentioned party back to visit! It is true! I have seen a lady that worked for another inventory company at Lowe’s that cussed out the Store Manager without any action taken against her! It was great! Some Store Managers deserve these things when the mistreat other people. My point is that we can get angry, and suddenly add 3,000 bolts to your inventory instead of 30 based on how nice you are. But I am not that evil. Just don’t tell them that!

So the local Kohl’s of Schenectady, NY got zapped by fifty Buck Rogers wannabes today, and I think it went well. I cannot say much for the store manager! I do not know that results of the inventory. Just remember that us Auditors are counting! Beware retail workers or Captain Chaos will visit dressed as a District Manager!

Skibicki

P.S. Why couldn’t the local farmers have ducks instead of chickens and roosters? They aren’t as loud and taste good!

Hello Everyone!

If you all did not know, I moved to the Wonderful World of New York! And so far, so good! After my second day of the Great Northern Country, I witness eight inches of snow: an event that would have been declared as a natural disaster in the Atlanta Metro Area! Of course, I knew I would see those Evil flurries up here, and it was beautiful. So the first thing I thought of after moved and seeing snow was my urge to go to Wal-Mart, everyone’s favorite place. So I went there in the pouring snow in my 98 Honda Civic without any now tires or ever driving in snow. As my very nice, new neighbors were leaving for the same venue, possibly different Wal-Mart, they seemed very concern about my non-existent driving habits in snow. I assured them that I would be fine. My only concern was New York Drivers. They seem to be a Sub-species in the Driving World, but as I moved here, I realized it was only a problem for people in New York City and tourists seasons for Myrtle Beach, SC and most of Florida!

So I am going to say it! I live in Cohoes, New York! (Cohoes, not SoCo, the nickname for Southern Comfort!) Even though, it is a funny sounding name, I look at the bright side: at least it is not a place like Embrass, MI. I heard it on the Weather Channel, which likes to point out stupid names of towns across the country. But there is a reason that it is called Cohoes. In the town of Cohoes, we are famous for the waterfalls along the Hudson River. In case you have not paid attention, I am not in New York City. As much as you want to think it, New York is not 100% New York City. If you have a complaint about this, talk to Superman! Anywho, Cohoes is famous for their waterfalls. I came across a lady who told me that Cohoes was Native-American for “help.” And I for one believe her! She happened to work at a place called the Holiday Gift, which sold swords. I would ask, but I feared the swords! Native-American would call out “Cohoes” when they were about to go over a waterfall in their canoes! It became such a popular thing after no one learned from their mistakes that the name just stuck, so in a sense, I now live in Help, New York! Go figure!

So back to snow. I did not realize how much fun snow could be. For my first snow, I took on a parking lot with great speed to do 360’s in the parking lot. I never have been able to do that before in my go-cart! I was pretty happy. So after the snow fun, I found myself going to the local malls, which was an actual mall. I might as well define mall. A mall is a building that has multi-stores and a food court with no cheap stores. My first look at a mall here was amazing, because of how small they were, but they did not have a K-Mart attached to it either! Not to take a stab at South Carolina! This is also where I found out about Cohoes. So there!

I would say that living here has been completely overwhelming with excitement, but I may get struck by lightning. It is not bad. I look at Cohoes as a sleepy town surround by a record-breaking amount of cemeteries in a single square mile. The most interesting experience during and after the snowfall was the large quantity of yellow snow in front of Pet Smart. I just thought I would point that out. As Frank Zappa says, “Don’t eat the yellow snow.” Maybe, when something else happens around here, I will write more.
Skibicki

P.S. Remember when Superman would fly across places like New York City and Baltimore, and they looked like the same place. I used to think that Baltimore, Boston, Albany, Philly, and New York was one giant city. Thanks, Superman!