Being a native Californian (oh yeah… we all wear a headdress out here) I’ve become accustomed to experiencing sunshine and temperatures in the warm seventies.
So you can imagine my surprise (well you’ll have to since you’re not me) when this morning I opened up my blog and was greeted by of all things… FALLING SNOW.
That’s right, real artificial automated falling snow all over my blog!
At first, I tried scraping the white stuff off the monitor with a credit card—because I don’t have a squeegee lying near my computer like many of my readers who live back east.
But as you can see, that was to no avail as the snow continues to fall unabated here.
I even thought we might be having one of those Nor’easters like the New England area sometimes gets—except this might be more like a Nor’wester—until I realized that’s not quite what I’m experiencing either.
So I yelled to my wife that it was snowing all over my blog site and she responded with, “Did you adjust the contrast?”
After thinking about that response (for all of about two hours) I replied, “Honey, I said it was snowing… NOT THAT MY MONITOR WAS SNOWY!”
It was then I was smacked upside my head with an artificial automated snowball, or a wadded up sock.
It felt like it may have been filled with lots of coin—even though I knew Icouldn’t be that lucky.
After the concussion wore off, I began to explore how this phenominon could possibly happen.
My initial theory was that WordPress must have been experimenting with mixing high-pressure water and compressed air while operating in near freezing temperatures.
If for no other reason than to prove that that theory was correct.
When I postulated that idea to my wife she suggested that…
“Maybe WordPress doesn’t have a roof and that’s why it’s snowing all over your blog.”
I had to admit her idea had merit—due to its simplicity—but I dismissed hers as being architectually flawed. After all, who—other than a sports franchise—puts up a building without a ceiling for their employees to work in?
Then I thought about you, my readers, who are always SECOND in my thoughts and who were stuck having to read this post between all the falling fake snowflakes.
I figure it’s difficult enough reading a post written in broken Californian—an extinct all but ancient language never taught in California schools—without having to read between artificial white dots masqurading as snow as well.
Suddenly, I had an ephiphany and yelled—HEY HONEY… MAYBE ITS MY DANDRUFF!
That’s when it hit me…
Another wadded up sock (ouch), giving me a complete PAIR.
And one awful headache.