No, it wasn't him...we gave him crap for really being the one chained up all winter, though. (He's crazy in the 'Let's go into burning buildings to rescue people!' or 'This one guy's retinas detached, it was so cool' kind of way.) We didn't get coins, but he did make us big cowboy-style belt buckles sliced from…

I'm gonna activate your dental plan!

Given that the only access to tv I had last winter was while I was working the awake midnight shift, I did not ever watch the show. The previews on other channels were bad enough!

Mother of God, was this deliberate?

And I won't even have to ski the K12 from the glacier and survive first? Aww!

MEYER!!

Yes, she could stand to loose a few pounds...of force...in his jaw. POW!

They just need to STOP showing The Walking Dead trailers on late night...especially when you're working the solo midnight shift in a psych ward.

But someone said you could get high!

Ya, I'm pretty sure I saw a bunch wandering around Minneapolis this weekend.

Mr.61Below's eccentric EMT/Engineer buddy went down to Antarctica overwinter a few years ago, and the sheer amount of training, testing, and vetting you go through before they even let you set foot on the plane that takes you there is incredible. I asked him afterwards if he was nervous about something happening, and…

Hey, your family friends must know my family friend!

I threw down the shower pouf last night when Mr.61Below reached for his nasty-smelling bar of soap. "Use that bottle!" I pointed with my chin because I was shampooing my hair. He looked at me like a lost puppy..."How?" Then he squirted a fifty-cent sized dollop into his palm. "No! No! NO! Use the pouf!" Again, he…

Mr.61Below once spent a day with an engineer whose job used to be to travel the world and take accurate gravity measurements for the US long-range missile arsenal.

Yes, but will it be able to translate Idiot into clear and comprehensible English?

I can proudly say that I sat near her at a hockey game when she was in town for North Country.

Chocolate! (I rest my case.)

*Sniffle* No more cutting onions in my cubicle for me!

Do you know how long it takes to gas up your car when it's -59? A long, long, long f-ing time. So I don't want to hear it, rest-of-America. *Waves from Minnesota*

That jerk gave me typhus!