Today's entry From The Grave was written approximately two years ago. It is about winter and opportunity:

Looking for attention? Want people on the street to pay you notice? Have a yen for that aura of danger and excitement that drives the girls wild?

While you walk down the streets of the city, bend down to pick up a handful of snow. Pack it into a fine, icy sphere. Keep on walking, whistling innocently to yourself, displaying a thin smile to those nearby.

No one can ignore a happy guy with a snowball.

NOTE:I'd previously posted something I'd actually posted before, a duplicate of a duplicate. I'm lamer than Ken Griffey Jr. at a separated shoulder convention.