Ok, I tought 'Wisconsin Death Slip' was a brilliant blog name the moment it popped up in my gorgeous mind. I just told my mom and she gave a confused laugh and then said "Ohhhhkayyyyy." She didn't get it.
There is a photo essay book called "Wisconsin Death Trip" about scary life during the 1800's in a small Wisconsin town. People mysteriously died. Don't ask me why. It's an intense book.
So, 'Wisconsin Death Slip' is a play on the title of that book.
Where does the SLIP come from, you ask? I am in Wisconsin right now and there is nothing here but 3 feet of snow and LOTS OF FUCKING ICE. Every step I take may be my last. Last night I almost slipped into a puddle of freezing water. It sucks. I hate winter in Wisconsin. Rather, I like it in the country but can't handle it in the city. Everything in Madison is covered with the ice. Walking is uncomfortable and disgusting cold on my poor little converse covered feet. Driving is a nightmare since the roads are torn apart by potholes created by the snow and ice. The car slams into every single pot hole. This all is a nostalgia that I don't want to recall. It's just that bad.
Wisconsin Death Slip is the slip that really hasn't happened yet and hopefully never will...I mean the slip that won't happen to me.
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