The Great Blizzard of Diggity Six

At the turn of the 21st century, my friends and I were sitting around the Hub, drinking coffee, playing Scrabble, and trying to outdo all the retarded media talking heads who were trying to predict how people would come to refer to the first decade of the century. "The Eighties" sounded great, but "The Oughts"? "The Zeroes"? Here it is, in the Year of Our Lord 2006, and we still don't have anything good. The best we came up with on that balmy California fall evening was "The Diggitys." Individual years would be referred to as "diggity-ought," "diggity-one," "diggity-two," and so forth. As with all moments of brilliance, it comes from the Simpsons -- specifically, Grampa Simpson:

"Now, my story begins in 19-dickety-two. We had to say "dickety" cause that Kaiser had stolen our word "twenty". I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles…"

See? Diggity-six. 2006. Perfect. Please don't quibble with me on the spelling. We decided that "diggity" was the way to go.

So anyway, the blizzard. Our neighborhood got some of the heaviest snowfall in metro Denver, according to the snow pundits. In addition to a good two feet of snow, the wind was fierce, causing drifts five feet high in some places. We shoveled our driveway clear of 1 1/2 feet of snow -- twice. Mr. Plow came by this morning, and hopefully they'll soon spray the mag chloride stuff that melts the streets. The only thing that sucks is it looks like my car will be living at work for the next 2 weeks -- I still don't trust it to not get stuck at icy intersections.

Overall, the Diggity Six Blizzard was a good adventure. I'm just glad we don't see them too often round these parts. Check out the pictures from Wednesday night on Chris' blog. Below are some more.





Here's me, post-snow angel.

This is a view out our kitchen window, looking into our side yard and that of the neighbors. Those fences are about 5 feet high.

Same view, taken downstairs from the computer desk.