For the record, I loathe snow. When the skies turn into a mixture of grey and white then vomit out that icy celestial dandruff, I lower my head in both pain and dread because it means that I will have to shovel the mother of all driveways. My driveway eats other driveways. If there wasn’t a street at the end of it, it would make for the best sledding hill. As it stands, it is a great free standing laboratory for studying repetitive injuries.

Thankfully, we were spared the horrors or horrors that hit DC this past weekend, but even if we were hit, I wouldn’t have minded because I kept seeing this word everywhere: Snowpocalypse.

What a wonderful creation. I’m guessing when the meteor hits the planet and fills the sky with ash, giving us a nuclear winter, I won’t be too pleased by the idea of Snowpocalpyse, but for now, it just makes me giddy.

Blogging website Gawker has posted some photos of some DC supermarkets after the mad rush of people. As you can imagine, not much was spared except for “jalapenos, ginseng and a few cans of Chef Boyardee”. The lesson to learned: when the dead do start to rise, you can leave the Chef Boyardee for last.

Snowpocalypse, zombies, or otherwise … keep your greasy mitts off my Beefaroni ;)

Snowpocalypse ’10: Everybody Panic! (gawker.com <- new window)