Litany of a Lethargic Lexicon

What's in a title anyway? Does it follow that it should reflect the content of the ensuing text? Is there an assurance that a catchy, killer title will prominently place one's post near the top of Google search results?
....My use of alliteration in the title of this post is decidedly by design. As a point of illustration, Noah Webster was brought in as a material witness for the prosecution. His credentials, impeccable as a lexicographer, could not be called into question.
....According to a volume of his works, Webster's New World Dictionary of the American Language, the definitions of the entitled words follow.

litany - a recital or an account, usually repetitive
lethargic - drowsy or dull, sluggish
lexicon - the vocabulary of an author, or of a field of study

To wit, this post will be an account of recent events and will probably be repetitive. (i.e., Been there, done that.) I am in fact lethargic from the laborious task of trying to clear my driveway of ice from the recent snow/rain/sleet storm of Tuesday and Wednesday last.
....Finally, that leaves the ambiguous presence of the word lexicon. The word and its ambiguity refers to a dream, a possible project that is only in the infancy of discussions now. Its fruition, if it indeed comes to pass, will be announced hopefully in the near future, not only by myself but by any other parties who may participate.
....Without further ado, on with the litany.

The Sword in the Stone

As I approached the legendary icon I could not help but be humbled. Was it possible that a mere commoner could be King? Was I the one who was destined to loose Excalibur from the stele where Merlin had embedded it so long ago?
....At first I grasped the hilt and gently pulled on the sword, but the stone did not yield its hold upon the hidden blade. I planted my feet and positioned myself for the maximum leverage.
....Alas, twas not the steel of the fine sword that moved in agonizing protest to my show of strength, but instead it was the muscles and sinews of my back that gave way. Lest I caused irreparable harm to myself, I backed away from that monument of futility.
....Momentarily depleted of strength, I sat myself down upon an outcropping and gazed upon the enigmatic object. As I studied it, I resigned myself to the fact that it would not be I who would one day rule from Camelot.
....As reality and the folly of my reverie dissipated, I arose from the stairs of my back porch and fetched another shovel. As I walked past the snow shovel that been thrust into the snowbank the previous day, the man who would be King set about the arduous un-regal task of snow and ice removal of yon driveway.

To Boldly Go...

I have to admit that I am a long time fan of Star Trek and its spin offs. Not to denigrate the original series, I am most fond of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Its appeal lies in not only the improved special effects, but also in the superior scripts and character development.
....Having said that, this writing is neither a critique nor a discussion of the Star Trek franchises. It is not an excuse to use the image of the Enterprise warping into another quadrant of space many parsecs away, although it is a cool image.
....The subject of Star Trek: The Next Generation serves only to mention the addition of a recent blog to my blogroll. I am not generally prone to reading celebrity blogs, but this is one that peaked my interest.
...."Generation" fans will recognize Wil Wheaton as the erstwhile member of the Enterprise's bridge crew, Wesley Crusher* and the son of ship's doctor, Beverly Crusher. (I must say that I had a fanciful love/lust attraction to Gates McFadden who played Leslie's mother. While others favored Deana Troi, Marina Sirtis, I pledged my affection to the beautiful red headed doctor.) Ahem, that's enough about flights of fancy.
....I was curious as to what Wheaton would find to write about. I suspected that there would be a lot of talk about his acting career. (He also appeared in the film Stand By Me.) Not so.
....I was surprised, but should not have been to find that he is a techno-computer geek. He is now married and has two children. Had I not known who he was, the blog would not be unlike literally thousands of others, with the exception that his is well written.
....If you find yourself curious about what a former child actor/TV star would blog about, you can read his blog here. If you are interested in anything he may have written about Star Trek: The Next Generation, I did find one post that I found interesting. It was titled The Picard Maneuver. Engage!

What a Difference A Degree Makes

The mercury in the thermometers surged to 33 degrees today. That one seemingly insignificant degree placed the temperature above the freezing point. Ever so slightly, the ice in my driveway began to melt. As such I was able to remove a lot of ice today. The ice at the end of the driveway however, remained stubbornly glacial. We sure could use a few more degrees of separation of the mercury and the freezing point of water.
....The two and a half hours of exposure to the elements and the strain on my body explains my aforementioned lethargic state.

That's what's in a title. What say you, does the title reflect the context of the text that followed? Is it a catchy, killer title or what?

No.899

The Ice Cometh, Man

File this under:
"Some People Never Learn:"
chapter 1 - Be Careful What You Wish For

Until late Tuesday, early morning and all day Wednesday, the Greater Boson area had only collected 1.8 inches of snow this winter. The month of November had an average temperature in the 60s! December temps hovered in the 50s. January was unseasonably comfortable for the most part. It wasn't until the first weekend in February before the mercury in the thermometers began to gravitate to sub-freezing levels.
....I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and as such I was not forlorn about not hearing the local meteorologists use the term "wind-chill factor." As for the noticeable absence of snow around here, I was mildly amused at the irony that the City of Los Angeles, California had in one snowfall received more snow than Boston had accumulated all winter at that point.
....Whether it be attributed to El Nino, global warming, holes in the o-zone layer, cyclical changing weather patterns, or a combination thereof, I have been keenly aware that this has been a very strange winter. London, England has had two snowfalls recently! Phoenix, Arizona was struck with a crippling blizzard.

In parts of New England there are those who have been lamenting Old Man Winter's snub. Indeed, there have been those who have worn melancholy masks on their cranial facades. Woe were they, when two winter storms skirted across New Jersey, Connecticut and Cape Cod, sparing points north.
....They say "hope springs eternal." Ah, so it came to pass that the weather advisories were issued that beginning late Tuesday and extending through Wednesday we should prepare ourselves for an "honest-to-goodness" old-fashioned Nor'easter!
...."Whoop-Dee-Do!" said I.
....The weathermen and women, I swear were euphoric, almost orgasmic as they spread the cheer to a snow-hungry populace. I don't think meteorologists are on a quota system, are they? A stipend in the form of a bonus kicks in when they get a forecast right?
....The Boston area has been fortunate, or unfortunate if you're a snow-monger, that those imaginary lines on the weather maps have put us on the didn't-have-to shovel sides of the rain/snow fronts. That is to say until this storm.
....Yet, we only received the mixed bag. The four inches of a wet snow that fell Tuesday evening and on into the wee hours of Wednesday was reduced to a sloppy slush anywhere traffic was moving shortly after an unseen sun arose somewhere in the eastern skies. By the afternoon the snow changed over to rain.

I am firmly convinced that somebody up there doesn't like me on certain days, yesterday and today being no exceptions. I don't know who I might have pissed off, but they decided to exact revenge. Was it something I said? Did I do something wrong? Did I break a Commandment? Instead of doing unto others as I would have them do unto me, did I misunderstand the instructions and did unto somebody before they did unto me ?
....When was I out there doing the manly deed of running the snow blower to clear the driveway, the snow stopped only momentarily before morphing into rain. Did I say morph? It was more like: poof ! By the time I had cleared the driveway, I felt as if I was a sponge that had been engorged to capacity in ice water!

You didn't think that snow and rain constitutes a mixed bag, did you? What do get when snow and rain are subjected to wind driven temperatures below freezing? Right you are, ice! (You win $100 for saying the secret woid. How many of you will admit to being old enough to recognize the previous sentence and to know who said it?)
....We awoke this morning to a wonderland of ice. (Is it no wonder I was wishing I was in another land ?)

I remembered seeing the picture at the left when I was surfing the web yesterday. So I decided to google "colored icicles" and was able to find the pic again with no trouble.
....For eight years, Rich DeMary has been mixing food coloring in gallon jugs of water and pouring the contents over icicles hanging off the rocks on U.S. 19 near Rivesville, West Virginia. He said that he does it to surprise and delight drivers along the road.
....I thought to myself, "Now why didn't I think of that?" I could have poured one color of water in my driveway and as soon as it was frozen, poured another color and so on. My driveway might not have been clear of ice, but I sure would have had the prettiest driveway on my street, or in the whole city for that matter!
....Alas, I am stuck with your ordinary run of the mill ice, three inches thick in places. I spent two two-hour stints out there on Thursday tossing rock salt and ice melt on it and jarring every muscle in my arms and shoulders wielding an ice breaker in attempt to get rid of the stuff.
....I have to admit that I spent as much time on my ass as a ticket taker at a movie theater running an Ed Wood retrospective. Was that my neighbor across the street holding up a sign with 6.0 in black on it? At least when I performed a triple axle split with a three-quarter twist into a full spinning butt Salchow, the score card read 7.5. Tough audience!

....For those keeping score, Round 1: Ice 1, Mike 0. Round 2: Ice 2, Mike 0. I believe the Las Vegas over/under line is 10 ten rounds.

What a way to spend four hours of one's birthday, as a resistible force trying to move an immovable object!
....I suppose a temperature of 24 degrees and a wind gusting to 45 miles per hour, should have alerted me to the fact that my endeavor was a lose-lose situation. What can I say but "Tomorrow's another day!"

No.897