I know in a previous post I seemed to welcome the snow.  Well, those days are long gone.  Several big storms later, and I am through with this white crap!  We have nowhere to go with it.  Our street has officially become impassable.  Other streets are now like narrow alleys, flanked with huge snow piles and berms.  Our backyard is a giant bucket of snow.

Walking around is now a new biathlon event - skating and balance beam.  Boston has gotten 5 feet of snow so far.  Our average for the entire season is about 42 inches!  Let's hope February is more gentle.

Ouch.  What else can you say? (OK, some other 4-letter words do come mind.)  Cosmo's foray into the world of high-stakes wagering came to a crushing and demoralizing end Sunday as the Jets sent the Patriots packing.  The game was a like bad dream.  The Jets executed and the Patriots didn't.  There were no big plays, no game-shifting turnovers, no bad calls, just two games plans - and one was executed well and the other wasn't.  And you just can't have an off week in the playoffs.  Best of luck to the Jets next week.

As for Cosmo's bets, the dinner payout to Rich and Ginger is up in the air since Jess and Sean are already owed a dinner from the previous Jet-Pats game bet.  But, in a classy display of sportsmanship and generosity, John D has decided that Cosmo donate John's due winnings to The Guide Dog Foundation for the Blind, based in Smithtown, Long Island.  Cosmo is happy to do so, as it is an organization that Sean has supported in the past.  And because of John's thoughtfulness, Sean will match Cosmo's donation.  It's really a win-win :)

Yes, a famous song by Kenny Rogers, but now an accurate way to describe Cosmo.  Seems while I was away from the computer the other day, Cosmo made a few bets on the Pats-Jets game this coming Sunday.  Damn dog!

He's got action going with John D/Cliff and Big Rich.  As if one bet wasn't enough.  But I have to hand it to the little fella, he's been studying the scouting reports on this game intently (see photo).

It's an 8.5-point spread and he's giving the points!  He must be confident in those Patriots.  If they cover, he gets a case of dog food from John and Cliff, and Jess and Sean get a dinner from Rich.  If he loses, Cliff gets a $25 restaurant gift card and Jess and Sean take Rich and Ginger out to dinner.  Pretty high stakes for a Corgi!

So check out the game on Sunday at 4:30.

We got a good helping of the white stuff today!  Heavy, wet snow blanketed the region, with Boston getting well over a foot (again).  Here are some photos of the day.

This will likely be one of the most obtuse posts I write, so if you get lost or bored, it's me, not you :)

So, the Volvo turns 63 - why is that noteworthy, and where the heck did 63 come from?  Well, it's rather interesting actually, depending on how you think about it.  The mileage on the Volvo just turned 111,111.  That in itself is a neat milestone.  The number 63 comes from the fact that in binary 111111 is equal to 63 (in decimal - or base 10 - our usual number system).  And what makes this milestone even more significant is that the Volvo attained said mileage on New Year's Day 2011, or 1/1/11.  Now, that's a lot of 1s!

One can have some fun with this, I found.  For example, my odometer reads 100,111!  I'm over a hundred thousand miles - jeez!  And my Grandmother, who just celebrated her 90th birthday in fine fashion, has flipped the odometer all the way to 1,011,010 - over a million miles!  Cosmo, on the other hand, just turned 7, and his odometer is only at 111.  Must be the little legs.

If you'd like to find out your "odometer" reading you can use the neat site wolfram|alpha.  Just type in: convert  [your age here]  decimal to binary and hit the equals button to the right.  Look for the answer where it says Result and keep those wheels turning.