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I've got my red boots on as it's cold as an icicle in here--welcome to winter. I woke up this morning in Chisolm to a nice blanket of snow. My first trip to the Iron Range was refreshing--wide open spaces, pasties, Swedish music in a Jamaican restaurant smack in the middle of the quad. I've got lots of pictures to share. I know, I know. I still need to put up Halloween pictures. My computer is on the brink so I've had little motivation to use it. Psycho just came on so I have to stop and watch it--I'll leave ya with my favorite quote:

Oh, but she's harmless. She's as harmless as one of those stuffed birds.

I tried to mean well.

People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately.