Dear god. Think of the seat temperature. (via)

Baby, it's so cold outside that I can't even think of a clever twist on this song lyric. All I can think about is how long before the light changes and I can cross the street and get out of the damn cold. Also, my nose. I've been thinking a lot about my nose, and whether it's possible this air is actually too cold to breathe. And I'm in New York! It's only 8 degrees here! To be fair, we do a lot more walking and waiting for public transit here than people do in some parts of the country. But as you'll see in the photo above (from Chicago) and the ones below, the cold is literally invading people's homes: through windows, walls, and even electrical outlets. It's coming for you. And your nose.