More Snow

Sorry for the bit of an extended absence. I guess there was another write-worthy event a few weeks back, when it snowed again - even heavier this time, but I didn't want to write about it here because otherwise it will sound like I'm only ever talking about the weather. I don't do small talk. It's too depressing.

After the first bout of snow, and before the 2nd one, I wrote a Canta piece about the overreaction of NZers. Obviously my column fell on blind eyes.

Seriously, when the forecasters were talking about the oncoming snowstorm, they were sounding like doomsday conservative Christian preachers. I just wanted to tell that it's snow - not gay marriage. News reports were telling people to "prepare for the worst". I mean, "the worst" is having to stay in your own house for a couple of days. You must really hate your life if staying home is such a terrifying prospect.

I happened to go to the supermarket a few days before the 2nd snowstorm, and I had never seen so much chaos. There was a giant clog of shopping trolleys all through the shop, and the shelves were nearly empty.

I just stayed home for a few days missing out on some more classes (including a 1-hour presentation). It was fine, but nothing to write home about. But I wanted to share this at least:

http://canta.co.nz/columns/emergency-procedures/

By now though, the Winter seems to have pas... Oh shit, I'm talking about the weather again. it won't happen again.

Snow Balls
Due to snowfall, Christchurch basically closed for a day and a half last week. This included 80% of my weekly classes, which I wasn't too happy about. But at least there was a snowman to be made. My flatmates woke me up with their excitement, and we went outside and got to work.




I wasn't aware, however, that my (female) flatmates had slightly different ideas. We were still making a snowman, but only a small part of him.



Unwittingly, I had made a giant snowman's left testicle. I took the obligatory photo, which now that I look at it, reminds me of the "Big Ball Dance"

However, all good things must come to an end, and luckily all bad things too. An epic amount of shrinkage on our front lawn signified the return of a normal routine.


Bonus:

Another Canta Piece. Very short. Very silly. I blame the cold.
http://canta.co.nz/columns/keeping-warm-a-students-guide/