The day got off to a rocky start and the weather only made it worse, so it's no surprise that morale in general is at an all-time low. Thank God there's Aline, television queen of national and international news, to cure our feeling of being fed up with winter, and its endless snow and freezing cold. Mind you, we have no idea what's forecast for tomorrow. Jocelyne, our priestess of the rain and the sunny periods, isn't here to tell us and her replacement tonight has everything except good news for us. A mock-Greek tragedy for the climatically challenged.

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« CHORUS OF OUR TIME : Oh damnéd snow! Oh damnéd cold! Oh goddamn winter! / ALINE : Blame the stars that cursed your birth! / CHORUS OF OUR TIME : In this piss poor country! In this piss-cutter of a temperature! Under this pissant cloud! / ALINE : Accuse what Richard called the season of his discontent! / CHORUS OF OUR TIME : Winter, wretched winter! Detestable winter! We're stuck in the anal canal of winter! »

« Jocelyne (…) shows, too, an even sharper focus by the author and a richness in his writing heretofore unseen. » Gaëtan L. Charlebois, The Gazette, August 9, 2002.