Greetings from the depths of the "Arctic Blast," as the nation's weathermen, with that inimitable wit of theirs, have taken to calling the hemi-continent-engulfing cold snap. Apparently it's not bad enough that I have to endure a temperature gradient between my endothermic entrails and the outside air of about a hundred degrees - the media have to make it sound like a cool and refreshing snack special from Dairy Queen.
Known in the old tongue as Cosmopolites Deuteragonistes, or "He Who Plays Second Fiddle to All the World," this curious specimen is thought to dwell somewhere in the forbidding interior of the North American continent.