Man, it’s really snowing in the Midwest this week. You know what? In some Northern indigenous languages, they’ve got something like 50 different words for the word snow. So what? So that’s impressive. I can think of 50 unique words for snow. No problem. Okay. Snow. That’s easy. That’s one. Flurries. Okay. White out. Powder. Blizzard. Flakes. Dust. Floats. Floaties. Snow cone. And like when it’s flavored. I’ll accept it. Fluff. Sky sand. Weak hale. Snow with just an O. Snow with two Ws for when it’s really wet. Slope stuff. Heaven’s dandruff. Cloud chips. Hover ice. Whiteys. Controversial Coldies. Slow rain. Little chilies. Wet wind. Sky chalk. Frosty snot. Sky cocaine. Frozen milk. Vanilla ice. I’m a fan. Great balls of flurry. Polar sprinkles. Blended bone. Snow spelled S-N-O-U-G-H. Baby ice. White dots. Winter bugs. Ski slop. Ghost specks. Little Tilda Swintons ’cause she’s so pale. The fast and the flurrious. Pina colada. Cool drops. The Decemberists. Cloud . Cold dirt. Cream cheese? Come on. Ivory tears. Yes. Baby teeth? Fleeces pieces. And? Shit, I can’t do it. I can’t think of anymore. I mean, that is really impressive that they have 50. I’m telling you. Very impressive. Yeah.