I don’t like the snow. I didn’t even like it during my freshman year when I pretty much liked everything. And by everything I mean I had no discriminating taste whatsoever. If rain is like mom jeans than snow is just its bedazzled counterpart. But what I hate more than snow is the stupid names we give storms. The fact is storms are meant to be intimidating and they deserve intimidating names. How am I supposed to properly prepare for a storm when it is named Nemo? All Nemo inspires me to do is my fish dance, strikingly similar to my bird dance, but a little less flattering. I’m not saying Nemo isn’t a great name. It is. If I had a kid that I hated I would name him Nemo. But if I were going to name this storm I would name it Spike, like Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

According to the almost never reliable weather.com, Nemo is meant to be in full force from 9 p.m. to 5 a.m. and the snow is meant to stop at noon on Saturday. But seeing as this is weather.com, it will probably still be snowing at noon tomorrow and maybe by that point I will give Nemo a bit more respect.