white-out hour

today is the last relatively "clear" day for this week-- I'm hoping to make good my escape this afternoon. my harem of Alaskan coeds and I are going to try and cross over to Washington and make for Pasco. the car has been temperamental this week, but I am putting on all my lucky charms and calling in some karmic debts from a couple of gods that owe me. I still wish I was leading a caravan of armored polar-bears across Eastern Washington, a la "Golden Compass," to combat forces of evil and save children from perilous circumstances...