Winter Kills.
Hope everyone in the local environs had a safe and lovely blizzard. I spent a good part of the weekend at a junkyard in Queens, surprisingly enough, helping a high school friend of mine attending the NY Film Academy with his latest project, an underground video for Death Cab for Cutie's "Title and Registration" (Not this one.) Unfortunately, the interminable cold and some continuing camera problems interrupted our shoot, so it looks like my inauspicious video debut will never see the light of day. (Probably for the best -- I think my face was frozen into a grimace most of the time anyway.)
Fortunately, during the actual full-on Saturday evening blizzard, Berk (who's having serious issues with the snow-salt) and I were safely ensconced in my apartment, catching up on the remainder of The Office. A brilliant show, that, even tho' the final 2-hour special turned out a bit more upbeat and saccharine than I might have preferred. And what's Arthur Dent (Martin Freeman/Tim) going to do when he can't look directly at the camera?
Try picking up some Musher's Secret at a pet store, you smear it onto their foot (or in my case, smush little feet into the container) and you won't have to worry about salt or balls of ice forming between Berk's pads! Jarvis swears by it.
Musher's Secret...sounds like canine lingerie. Thanks for the tip, tho. We've weathered this blizzard, but next serious snowfall I'll check it out. :)