When I got to school today, someone said, "If Eskimos have 200 words for snow, what would they call this?"
My response: "Fucking sucks."
This unknown precipitation is, well, just that: sharp ice crystals flying through the air at high speed. Can you say, "microdermabrasion?" It's not entirely snow. It may turn to freezing rain, which is always fun. I would prefer big fat snowflakes than falling on my butt due to the ice, like I did at lunch.