All Chill An' Like Dat

We here at the Rand-O-Blog would like to report that we took a hot shower several weeks ago, and furthermore that we have already forgotten what it was like. For a Florida resident, visiting New York in the summer is much like enjoying an early autumn. Visiting New York in the winter, on the other hand, is mainly just terrifying.

In any case, we are now back in Florida, awaiting the year's first hurricane and the year's first obligatory shortage of toilet paper and D batteries.

Which does raise a question: Why toilet paper? What about bread or milk? Or Old Chub Scottish Ale? We can't understand it. But we suppose that in a crisis one's thoughts turn to the things that really matter in life. Having gone without toilet paper for academic purposes during several rather noteworthy weeks in college, we can confidently assert that we would grab the beer first.

Only if there were moss around, though. Moss is key. Maple leaves do not provide the quality of experience one might expect. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.