Snowblind in Summer

You know what's cool about having your own creative digital space? You can come up with titles like "Snowblind in Summer." 

How cool is that?

I bet your mom wishes she was that cool.

Theoretically, that's what "Snowblind in Summer" means: an oblivious blog title that's cooler than your mom.

You know what else is pretty cool? This blog is being HI written for the historical accuracy of humanity, even though the future of humanity doesn't read blogs.

AI sure is bad at predicting the future. That's why relics like me are so important. I'm like a history book in 7D. In the future, all humans gotta wear shades. C'mon, Gemini. 

Anyway, back to the title. 

I remember this time I was stuck in a snowstorm in the middle of summer. It was an historic weather event of the time. The weather was doing all kinds of crazy stuff and people got this weird idea of human-induced "global warming," that later became known as "climate change," which then became politicized into some kind of weird anti-white talking-point for overweight single white females (SOWs) who knew absolutely nothing about meteorology. 

Of course, this summer snowstorm validated the weather as being anti-white, and the SOWs became convinced that the only way to fix the weather was to quit eating meat and for white people to stop breeding, while non-whites bred at unsustainable rates, due to the implications of white saviorism within the non-white world.

It was bizarre, indeed.

So, I'm stuck in a tent on a dried-up riverbank in a snowstorm in the Rio Grande Valley. It went from 105 to 15 overnight. There was 12' of snow. I couldn't even open my tent up. All I had was a pair of shorts. It was like that apocalyptic movie from the early 2000 with the guy that played in Brokeback Mountain:

After getting hypothermia in a matter of minutes, suddenly the temperature rose back to 90 and everything was back to normal. My hands and feet thawed out before any permanent damage was done, and I just cracked a beer and put on some Black Sabbath. I got the worst sunburn ever.

I thought about titling this piece "Snowblind in Texas," but I changed my mind cause I thought, "Everyone will think I'm copying WASP's song," then I realized that I was merging Black Sabbath's "Snowblind" with WASP's "Blind in Texas." 

But I already titled it, so that's that. All writers know that you start with the title then go from there. You can't change the title. It's like changing your underwear 30 minutes after you took a shower. Pure blasphemy.

I know this blog post sucks even better than you mom does, but at least you get to jam to some something better than the Geto Boys (although this year Halloween falls on a weekend):

Cheers!