The're subsonic, but real.

It's cold outside today, but not the kind of cold that bites. I mean literally - the biting windchill that will hurt your hands and face like a slap. This is the insidious cold that kills the Darwinian dumb; a cold that you don't know is there until your skin dries out and you shiver uncontrollably as if it were natural (which it is). You don't even think about it until you come inside and feel suddenly, horribly hot, as if leaving that terrible choking cold was something BAD.

Art history... abstract art.... man, this bothers me. An amphorus blob of black smudge indicates man's struggle against the universe? How about this pen scribbling doo-dads and horrible poetry indicates my lack of interest. Blah.

Thought: To people say "Both" like it's "Bolth?" What kind of accent would that be?