Winter Wonderland: I'm Confused

I just heard about the Global Thermostat project. I don't know what I could possibly say. I wish ours was a world in which things like this don't happen. Why do so many people want to destroy the world? How can they be so selfish that they think their vision of the world is worth all the lives they take to achieve it? I'm a freaking cryogenetic, and even I don't want to live in an ice age. This is our damned planet. It belongs to baseline humans, superhumans, metahumans, cyborgs, xenoids, plants, animals, fungi, and whatever else I've overlooked. We all have to live on this one planet. We're not getting another one. The Pan-Galactic treaties are very clear about that. And yet it seems like every day another person tries to destroy it.

I can't think about this anymore. I can't think about the people just like me who are dying. Since this is my blog, I'm going to be selfish and talk about me now. I need the distraction, and the best part about navel-gazing is that I never find something traumatic in there. I'm going to ignore the rest of the world, and the looks on people's faces whenever they hear the word cryogenesis. Here's what's been happening in my life.

Internet's been down here for days due to a combination of nasty thunderstorms and DJ Livewire redirecting communications satellites for some interstellar crisis. The power's been down too, and you can imagine how pleasant that is in June in South Florida. Cryogenesis has never tasted sweeter. On that note, I've been researching peppermint. Science students bear with me here, I know I'm bastardizing this. Peppermint contains menthol, which chemically triggers TRPM8 receptors. TRPM8 receptors are sensitive to cold, which is why peppermints make your mouth feel cool. So I'm wondering if the sporadic spontaneous peppermint taste is less a sign of impending brain tumor doom, and more a matter of crossed wires in my chemical receptors that interpret peppermint and cryogenesis the same way. Or maybe I can produce menthol? I'm confused. Maybe I should conduct a scientific experiment and smooch someone to determine whether or not I'm only imagining the peppermint taste. Or I could just ignore the problem and eat another peppermint humbug. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.