Today is the Autumnal Equinox--the first day of fall--and I have been so busy in discussions of pornography and Miriel's fate (what a mix!) that I haven't even had time to say:
I refuse to be one of those terrible winter drivers, hell, I have new tires on a new car so I should be able to handle that stuff well.I love warmed cider too:)I also like Halloween, but Brandon won't celebrate it so i've been forced to do the same and not celebrate.I also love horror movies:)You already knew that though.
I find that there are two types of bad winter drivers:
Type 1: "OMG! OMG! I think I saw a flake! *screeeeech--blake lights flare--hullabaloo ensues!* OMG! OMG! Is it laying yet! Let's go twelve miles per hour! Yes, we're in the fast lane on I-95 but it's snowing, dammit!!!"
And then, Type 2: "F*** this. I've got my giant SUV--it's larger than some European nations--and who cares about all those tiny minions on the road? I'm going fifty miles per hour, dammit! We're on a back road, you say? That's unpaved?? In a school zone??? I ask you: What part of fifty miles per hour did you not understand
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I love autumn. I grew up in New England, so autumn always meant the transition from hot and muggy into cool, crisp, and bursting with gorgeous color. And it meant Macoun apples, which are the best apple ever. And Halloween and pumpkin seeds and all that. . . autumn also means that the High Holy Days are right at hand, with Sukkot and Simchas Torah following close on their heels. The rabbi blows the shofar and we eat apples and honey at Rosh Hashanah, fast for Yom Kippur, then we get to shake the lulav and etrog in the Sukkah, and then dance around the synagogue partying like it's 1999 on Simchas Torah.
With all that activity, you're kind of glad when things ease up again. But it's sure fun!
New England in autumn sounds beautiful, much more splendid than Maryland. Maryland is called "Little America" because it offers a bit of almost everything--and that is kind of neat--but at the same time, we seem to get nothing full-strength; it is all the diluted version of what the rest of the country enjoys.
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Type 1: "OMG! OMG! I think I saw a flake! *screeeeech--blake lights flare--hullabaloo ensues!* OMG! OMG! Is it laying yet! Let's go twelve miles per hour! Yes, we're in the fast lane on I-95 but it's snowing, dammit!!!"
And then, Type 2: "F*** this. I've got my giant SUV--it's larger than some European nations--and who cares about all those tiny minions on the road? I'm going fifty miles per hour, dammit! We're on a back road, you say? That's unpaved?? In a school zone??? I ask you: What part of fifty miles per hour did you not understand ( ... )
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With all that activity, you're kind of glad when things ease up again. But it's sure fun!
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New England in autumn sounds beautiful, much more splendid than Maryland. Maryland is called "Little America" because it offers a bit of almost everything--and that is kind of neat--but at the same time, we seem to get nothing full-strength; it is all the diluted version of what the rest of the country enjoys.
And I will remember Macoun apples ;)
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