How to walk on ice for people too stupid to figure it out for themselves.

I could stare at that first slide all day (or maybe I should, you know, work). The third slide is worthy of a Three Stooges short - and it packs quite an existential wallop, when you think about it (will the guy with the ice pick help out the guy trying to tuck in his chin as he falls backward on the ice, or will the hapless loser forever find himself falling, falling, falling?). The second slide, eh, it exists solely so you can get from the first slide to the third.

Karen Wise wonders when they stopped being synonyms.

One for those of us inside 128 who, despite the best efforts of ActionNews StormTeam DestructionWatch with the flying, twisting plexiglass graphics and ActonShots of Harv and Dick huddling in great concern over a monitor, just aren't panicking (wife and kidlet report Roche Bros. in West Roxbury was no more insane than usual) and one for people west and north of 128, who have already felt one lash of Icy Death and so spent today stocking up on more than just bread, milk and eggs. Kelly reports on conditions in the greater Littleton area this evening:

I just got back from the grocery store, and based on my near-death experience, I'm calling High.

Yes. YES. I know. I am ashamed. We succumbed to the mass hysteria gripping the region and went to the grocery store after work today, with the original idea of "bopping in quickly" to pick up the requisite toilet paper, milk, bread and dog food, but leaving the store $100 lighter and with a overflowing grocery cart.

Apparently, every other resident of town had the same idea. ... So anyway, we have 10 cans of soup and a GALLON of milk and dog food AND a generator AND 50 feet of extension cord. ...

And if only that were the end of the desperation. Wait until you see what else she bought at the supermarket.

I think my number was five, although I could've gotten that down to one if I hadn't also tried to scrape off my wife's car in addition to mine.

Don Martelli, meanwhile, turns into one of those crabby bloggers the MBTA is always ignoring:

When conditions are icey, can you please alert bus riders on the 110
from Revere to Wellington Station in Medford that the bus will be
bypassing the Park Ave hill due to conditions? You have a website.
Use it. How about text alerts? ...

And Alison Driscoll tweets from South Station:

Nice, train late again and noone knows why. No T alert either. ...

Peter Cip shoots the Tobin from underneath during a snowstorm.

Aside from the whole entitlement thing, I'm left wondering what this small thing (maybe 18 inches high) is normally used for. Dual Tinker Toys holder?

The wind can't decide which way to blow the snow out there - sometimes the horizontal snow moves left, sometimes right.

Tibbon tweets at 11:45 a.m. that it's snowing so hard, you can't see any land while standing at the midway point on the Mass. Ave. bridge.

Not a clue what that means, but it sounds bad and we could get one Wednesday afternoon: Lots of snow and temperatures collapsing quicker than Favre in green and white.

Scooterdude, the guy you see floating around Copley Square on a scooter powered by wind filling his plastic-bag sail, reports on conditions during a ride yesterday evening:

... The physical pressure of the strong winds combined with the visual of red lights flashing and the audio of the horns [from passing firetrucks] made for the perfect effect that everything had been choreographed and timed. I wasn't prepared for all of it at once nor could I seize the chance at what might have been the greatest 'surf' yet!

I was only able to grab hold of the wind-scooter and hold on tight so we both wouldn't be toppled over and capsize.

BostonZest illustrates why.