Actually it was Hercules in New York, starring a heavily accented Austrian born future American politician by the name of…

Well, you know who I am talking about:

Yeah, this guy.  Want to see some pictures of the Hercules that was in Boston?  Too bad.  I’m going to tell a story first.  

Now I am a pretty busy person.  I work, I go to school, I ski, I am the founder, publisher, managing editor and art director of this blog.  I complain on Facebook about the green line constantly.  I watch Pawn Stars.  I mean I’m literally busy from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.  So, what do I need more than anything?  A day off.  A day off to be lazy, not to have to be anywhere at a certain time.  Just to be lazy.  And on Friday my dream came true.  I had a day off.  And what did I do?  I slept.  I mean I think I slept for the majority of the day.  Pathetic.  A whole day wasted because of Mr. Hercules up there.  

Usually I venture out to the snow storm, but this time the reports of the incredibly freezing temperatures scared me so I stayed indoors.  Eyes closed.  UH.  Never again.

And this Hercules struck again this weekend, when I couldn’t go skiing because of him.  Not because there wasn’t enough snow.  Because there was too much snow.  Hence other people wanted to see too.  Well, anyway, the skiing gods will once again be on my side.  Skiing gods, do you hear me?  I want to ski.

Anyway, I’d like to offer these photos to the skiing gods, for it is just a good day skiing I seek.  Nothing more, nothing less: