Oh my God. This is absolutely right on. And it resonates. Mr Emmadogs has mocked me all winter, i.e. “I thought you love Duluth. I thought you never want to leave Duluth” while I inspected housing prices in New Mexico.
Let’s complain to the Mayor about the weather because he obviously forgot to make it perfect for us. And another thing, I want to see the Northern Lights every night and would like tourists to spend more money but not be allowed to talk while visiting the greatest city in the known universe.
Gillette’s friends better buck up. They don’t want to be riff-raff, do they? Because the weather keeps the riff-raff out. If you can’t embrace winter, then GTFO. It snows here. It snows here in every month but one. (I forget if that’s July or August, but whatever.)
I’m from Chicago, where people think that they know winter. They don’t know winter. I grew up thinking I had a spine, but turns out I never grew one til I spent my first two winters in Duluth (1994-1996), when I grew one made of un-meltable ice and granite, goddammit. You get the fuck out there, you play in the snow like your goddamned husky-dog (because if you have a dog that can’t handle winter, then you’re a goddamned fool, and you’re only enabling your inner wuss if you look at those big, summer-dog eyes that plead “I can’t pee outside cuz my feet will touch the snow!” and let them pee on a mat in your goddamned house like my neighbors), and you love it. If you can’t love it, then the mayor shouldn’t hug you (though that would be nice, wouldn’t it?), he should give you a one-way ticket to Florida, where all the wimpy old people shuffle around and whine about it being a little overcast, because they’re old. I know real northern old people who wouldn’t dream of going to Florida, because they’ve got that northern blood which only gets a little chilled when it hits 20 below. They pile up that wood in their basement, and they warm up their soup on a wood stove and they love it here. If you can’t do that, then, Duluth doesn’t need you, and has been telling you that since about 1858.
Also, if all that snow had been rain, it wouldn’t be gently dripping into the ground all day today; instead it would have rushed down the streets and sent more grit into the sewer system. So shut up. Embrace your inner Yeti.
He should take them to an open house at the curling club and get them into curling! Great way to stay active regardless of the weather, and having a regular weekly activity sure makes the winter go by faster.
Well, there was the Leap Day 2012 Snowmageddon, but I think the point in the video was that the family moved to Duluth in 2012 and the first winter they experienced was the 2012-’13 winter, which maybe wasn’t all that snowy overall, but set a record in April as Duluth’s snowiest month on record.
Oh my God. This is absolutely right on. And it resonates. Mr Emmadogs has mocked me all winter, i.e. “I thought you love Duluth. I thought you never want to leave Duluth” while I inspected housing prices in New Mexico.
It better stop snowing. Soon. Now.
Let’s complain to the Mayor about the weather because he obviously forgot to make it perfect for us. And another thing, I want to see the Northern Lights every night and would like tourists to spend more money but not be allowed to talk while visiting the greatest city in the known universe.
Gillette’s friends better buck up. They don’t want to be riff-raff, do they? Because the weather keeps the riff-raff out. If you can’t embrace winter, then GTFO. It snows here. It snows here in every month but one. (I forget if that’s July or August, but whatever.)
I’m from Chicago, where people think that they know winter. They don’t know winter. I grew up thinking I had a spine, but turns out I never grew one til I spent my first two winters in Duluth (1994-1996), when I grew one made of un-meltable ice and granite, goddammit. You get the fuck out there, you play in the snow like your goddamned husky-dog (because if you have a dog that can’t handle winter, then you’re a goddamned fool, and you’re only enabling your inner wuss if you look at those big, summer-dog eyes that plead “I can’t pee outside cuz my feet will touch the snow!” and let them pee on a mat in your goddamned house like my neighbors), and you love it. If you can’t love it, then the mayor shouldn’t hug you (though that would be nice, wouldn’t it?), he should give you a one-way ticket to Florida, where all the wimpy old people shuffle around and whine about it being a little overcast, because they’re old. I know real northern old people who wouldn’t dream of going to Florida, because they’ve got that northern blood which only gets a little chilled when it hits 20 below. They pile up that wood in their basement, and they warm up their soup on a wood stove and they love it here. If you can’t do that, then, Duluth doesn’t need you, and has been telling you that since about 1858.
/my inner Ron Swanson
Also, if all that snow had been rain, it wouldn’t be gently dripping into the ground all day today; instead it would have rushed down the streets and sent more grit into the sewer system. So shut up. Embrace your inner Yeti.
Funny video! Well played sir.
He should take them to an open house at the curling club and get them into curling! Great way to stay active regardless of the weather, and having a regular weekly activity sure makes the winter go by faster.
I don’t remember 2012 being bad.
Well, there was the Leap Day 2012 Snowmageddon, but I think the point in the video was that the family moved to Duluth in 2012 and the first winter they experienced was the 2012-’13 winter, which maybe wasn’t all that snowy overall, but set a record in April as Duluth’s snowiest month on record.
It’s good to see the sad little onion from the Zoloft commercials got acting work again.
David Gillette’s family got their mayoral hugs. The pertinent segment starts at the 10-minute mark of this video.