death by torture

So tomorrow I'm heading north as a sponsor for a teen ski retreat. There used to be a reason I thought this was a good idea, but it has since abandoned me.

Yeah, I've never skied before.

Except if you count water skiing, which is totally not the same thing at all, because for one thing, you get to be warm while you do it. And also because the worst thing that could happen is you forget to let go of the rope once you're down, and end up with water shoved up your nose.

But in ski-skiing, the worst thing that could happen is that first, you're freezing, and then you could break your leg in fourteen places and trigger an avalanche and get mauled by a rabid polar bear and collide with a tree. And die.

And did I mention the freezing part?

It's possible I'm overstating the case, but I really think not. Anyhow, I've got a few posts waiting in the hopper (just my usual drivel; don't get excited), to upload the next few days. So if you don't hear from me, that means either I have no internet access or I died. Take your pick.

Off to finish packing. Wish me luck (and no "break a leg" comments...beat you to it, didn't I?).