Seattle has an odd definition of “snowpocalypse” which, I think, is basically anything over three inches of snow. I know, I know, we’re about to get six inches. But seriously folx, just let the east coasters and midwest people claim snowpocalypse.
6:18 pm PST update: it’s barely snowing.
I celebrated Friday by having a drink with a friend, who was not at all perturbed by the snow. Being a creative type, he built a House of Coasters. Between this and the beer, it was an excellent way to celebrate whatever snowpocalypse this is.