The forecast calls for never sleeping ever again.

The season has barely started. Three bedrooms, no less than 11 people crashing on any given night. The drama-free season has already been shot out the door; capable of ripping a hole in the space-time continuum. "Surprise visits" from international relations. Septic elves. Matt flipped his audi. Joe's already ripped the sled. Studded snow tires on Liz's A4 makes it the supersonic snow transport. Audi's are by far and away the best snow transport ever. The garage and foyers are a blend of snowboards and gear, recycling, garbage, art, random tools, and bicycles. Jessica has moved in, and Natalie's here for winter break. Scamming on the bosses daughter. The espresso machine is our best friend. Swooping slime. Dried mango is more addictive than crack. "You're better off without her". Ramen for breakfast. Fernet-fueled all-nighters. Natalie's driving. Reno runs. Missing garbage pickup 3 weeks in a row. Half of freakin' Truckee knows where we live. Dodging the new South African hostesses. House cleaning missions. All the Brits have broken themselves off. Deathstar at 8am. And again at 2pm. Joe making beats at 3am. Midnight carpentry. Eating blocks of cheese. So thankful for caller ID. "Stop reaching THROUGH the door!" Chicks are scandalous. Soy tacos and the logic police. Bagel issues. Looks like another crop of kids from Argentina, Mexico, and China are coming in tonight, looks like another all-nighter is in the cards. I thought the summer Mt. Hood house was nuts (and it was). So far, this Tahoe season is off the hook. Borderline unmanageable. But all in good fun. So far... Here's Cameron Terrafranca managing a barrel at Mountain Creek, NJ.

Pizzle is playing St. Vincent, Anti-Con's Xmas podcast, and NYUB's latest podcast.