to have sexual intercourse, naked, in the snow. *not to be confused with ice-backing that is sex...on ice*

I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford. It was a Saturday night in December. Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed, and that no way of reaching that place would offer, till the following Monday.

As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford, thence to embark on their voyage, it may as well be related that I, for one, had no idea of so doing. For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft, because there was a fine, boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island, which amazingly pleased me. Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling, and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her, yet Nantucket was her great original—the Tyre of this Carthage;—the place where the first dead American whale was stranded. Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen, the Red-Men, first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan? And where but from Nantucket, too, did that first adventurous little sloop put forth, partly laden with imported cobblestones—so goes the story—to throw at the whales, in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit?

Now having a night, a day, ...

Truly one of the best comic strips ever done, sadly it has been discontinued by its artist, Bill Watterson. Not only does the comic bring something of an amazing vocabulary to a medium usually lacking in that division, but it is also hilariously funny, and often times cute.

The protagonist is Calvin, a six year old that enjoys torturing his teen-aged babysitter, and romping in the woods with his best friend, Hobbes. They have fun by holding top-secret GROSS meetings in their treehouse, and throwing various assortments of things at Susie, the focus of Calvin's frustration at times.

The side-kick of sorts is Calvin's stuffed tiger, which, at least in his imagination, is a real tiger that likes tuna fish sandwhiches, and steals his covers in bed. Also loves to have his belly rubbed

Basically, if you haven't read anything of the C and H variety, your life is lacking...

n/v (a calvin and hobbes/ calvin and hobbesed) something ridiculous, and potentially dangerous. (aka backing a car out of the driveway and into the ditch, riding a flimsy wagon off the edge of a cliff, throwing ice/snow balls at girls)