Poker Perambulation

Around here those two words can strike abject terror in guys that smash beer cans on their foreheads. Yeah, LAKE EFFECT can make grownup cry and children cheer. It is as capricious as Boston Matron.

OK! Lake effect is snow that falls short and heavy in very limited areas.  I saw this little radar graphic that explains it better than my thousand words could.  LaPorte county is getting dumped on — literally.  Here we’ve had only an inch of the white flakes that denote what’s happening.  One minute there is nothing and the next you can barely see beyond the hood.

For the kids, it is the ultimate winter perk  — snow day.  Unless the parents are always talking about their au pair, they are saving what remains of the house by unlocking their emergency snack food cache — hoping the energy contained in the nuclear devices home from school are made lethargic while walls still stand.

Spot — the artist formerly known as Bastian — knows about this manifestation.  Of course, he can make it all arty-fartsy and you’ll want to come look at his performance art spectacular.  Take my advice; go with his water colors.  (No link…lowered profile)

Mojo just wouldn’t make it here.  When you run home to mommy and get bunny pancakes for breakfast, you just don’t have the Tim Taylor juice to laugh at fate.   You don’t get tough when Mom’s making all your home cooked favorites.

Sparky might understand.  His latest is about academic lake effect.  Buried is his blog attempt to show lake effect.  But, Happy Birthday, Sparky!

Tejas folk shout their manhood but wouldn’t last long for various reasons.  You’d have to be Lucki more than a Texican to survive.  Although I have to admit they have it tough in some ways — like surviving the Alamo and Texas drivers.  Their little old ladies driving could even scare the crap out of and zip by NASCAR bad boy and it goes downhill from there.  Two flakes of snow result in a 30 car pileup.

Folks down in the land of Mojitos and Cubanos don’t have the right salsa for lake effect.  Others would be running to Lowe’s for a snow blower — those are for sissies.  Another would get so wrapped up in a lake effect of words he’d miss winter and the cutoff to Palm Springs.  Some end up glowing in the dark like the strip.

STOP!  whats going on here? Well, I don’t do link monkey stuff often enough and should provide them as my thanks for the enjoyment others provide me.  Some are past reads that have evaporated.  Other are still fighting the fight in more than tweets.  So, enjoy them.  I just got 100-bucks for one link.  No, don’t send me money but — like the monster says — COOKIES.  Oh, right you did but I didn’t really mean the electronic ones.  Peanut butter ones are my favorite.  Mojo’s mom is my only hope.  BTW, peanut butter should need to be stirred and taste like a day at the ballpark.

We now leave Link Monkey Land and return you to your normal blogs.  No link monkeys were injured in this production.