Blogspot, essence of meatloaf.

Although traction was probably terrible citywide due to the mounds of santorum-hued slush, most of the time people could hop over the meltwater puddles that collected at the corners of New York streets or, at the very least, go around--but not in Union Square. During lunchtime, there were so many people collecting at the corners waiting to cross the streets that jumping was largely impossible. So, like the wildebeest of Africa waiting to migrate to savannah pastures made lush by the rainy season, crowds waited for their turn to walk through ankle deep water. Had those urban myths about alligators in the sewers had substance (and had those alligators somehow evolved endothermy to survive life in ice water)(also, had those alligators been crocodiles), 14th Street might as well have been a Discovery Channel documentary hosted by a dryly voiced Brit who would flagrantly abuse the phrase 'survival of the fittest.'

Unrelated: I made a card for someone.