Once again, the Friday Five:

1. What was the last song you heard? “I’ll Never Tell” from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Once More, with Feeling

2. What were the last two movies you saw? I haven’t updated the movie reviews in the sidebar in quite awhile, have I? I’ll have to remedy that. Last two I saw were Re-Animator (delightfully awful) and Erik the Viking (just plain awful).

3. What were the last three things you purchased? Besides food or drink? Farscape Season 2 (Volume 5) on DVD, Surfacing by Sarah McLachlan, and the Places Rated Almanac by David Savageau.

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Clean my apartment, update my weblog and other parts of the site, update my resume, continue learning Quark.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to? My boss, someone calling to talk with him yesterday, one of the graduate students at the lab, one of the staff assistants down the hall, one of the other professors in the building.

On second glance (prompted by having someone at work ask me, “Are you sure your front wheel’s okay?” as he helped push my car out of the snow), I think I managed to escape this morning’s brief run-in with the curb with just small crack in the front right hubcap. The car seems to be handling as well as can be expected, given some of the road conditions, and I don’t seem to have caused any serious damage. Yet.

Oh, and in other news, according to a notice sent out by my rental office today, there’s apparently a peeping tom in the area.

For every “margaret atwood happy endings” in my search referrals, there’s always at least two or three “pictures of the vagina” or “my breasts” or “celebrity get me out of here stuttering john poem”. I sometimes worry about the people who get here by accident. They’re looking for some very strange things.

For instance: what, may I ask, is the “Penn State funny English tea story”?

Well, I remain relatively unscathed after my drive to work this morning — which, I must say, is no small feat, since it’s snowing pretty heavily and the roads haven’t seen even the rumor of a plow. I skidded into the curb and was sure I’d damaged the side of my car, but it appears unharmed. Dirty, encrusted with snow and ice, but unharmed. I think it’s very clear I won’t be travelling to Bellefonte this evening. I was hoping to see “Lost in La Mancha”, which, surprisingly, is playing there. But it’s at least a twenty-to-thirty-minute trip from my apartment (as I discovered over the weekend when I failed to arrive on time), and the snow doesn’t show signs of letting up and disappearing before tonight.

It’s just as well, I suppose. It will probably be out on video this summer, and I have laundry I need to do.

But man, I hate this snow.