dude, this shit happens all the time. when there's a ton going on at work, and i know i at least wanna get in there a little early the next day, my biological clock - yes that same one that keeps telling me to have superball babies - wakes me up at like 5am. so i lay around in bed for a while trying to go back to sleep and it just doesn't happen.

what's this mean for you, the consumer? you get to hear about stamps and snow.

firstly, i think last night's snowstorm was supposed to be the biggest dump of snow since i moved here a year and a half ago... and i'm just looking out my window, i haven't brushed off my car yet, but it really doesn't look like it's been all that bad. stay tuned, though. my attitude may change once i get outside and have to take the 7-10 inches off my car.

secondly (i had a teacher in grade school - or maybe it was the principle? who said firstly and secondly and thirdly all the time. we made lots of fun of her behind her back because we were (are?) jerks.), a few weeks ago i had to get stamps. so jenn came into the post office with me, and we decided i should get the thurgood marshall stamps because black history month was coming and we were gonna celebrate in style. fast forward to yesterday, when i needed to get more stamps. got up to the counter, where they've got a little plastic display sleeve displaying the stamps they've got available. and lo and behold they've got a new black history month stamp! so i asked for him by name. and that's where things got funny.

"how about some paul robeson stamps?"

mail clerk lady tells me how much they are as she's bringing em out. as she hits keys on her register, she noncholantly asks, "who is paul robeson, anyways?"

RIRRKSRRRSRLRLRRRR. (that's the record scratch noise you hear when a party stops.) i had no fuckin clue who the guy was. so i picked up the stamps and started reading her the information about the guy that was printed on the back. the clerk at the next register over helpfully adds some info. the point here kiddies is he was a busy guy and you better go read up, because there's gonna be a pop quiz at the post office.