Monkeys and keyboards aside, one Random + CSS still doesn't make poop.

What's going on outside is all kinds of winter hell--aka an Alberta Clipper. I drove home at thirty miles an hour tonight because the turnpike--supposedly well-maintained--was covered and the snow was coming down so hard I couldn't see. Then my poor shiny Steve forgot it's supposed to be a car and not a one-ton toboggan, and refused to go up a hill without all sorts of chaos and skidding and almost sliding back into the person behind me.

That being said, all these problems on an interstate mean that my taking the back roads to get home would've been suicide.

I dream of a day when PennDot is capable.


( Snippy snip for Oni's silliness and a snowflake with wings. )