SNOW, CONS, KUMQUATS AND SUCH LIKE THUS
Apr. 5th, 2007 01:56 amI'm inordinately fond of the phrase "and such like thus."
POINT ONE: *Sigh.* A few snowflakes in the air earlier this evening, but nothing that's stuck. I foolishly had hoped we'd seen the last of the snow, though I knew better. In this neck of the country, you're never completely out of the woods r.e. the whitestuff: My mother has told me of a day trip she and my father took to Niagara Falls in the late 1960s in July -- in which, on the way back along the NYS Thruway, they got hit with a freak snowstorm around Batavia. The conditions were localized; when they got back to the Rochester area and told friends about it, nobody believed them. Until reports of said snowstorm appeared on the nightly news. Because you know how it is: Nothing really happens unless it's on TV. *begin eyeroll here*
POINT TWO: It being a week and a half past the convention, I won't attempt to finish the FKO conrep -- I'll just reiterate that it was it was a weekend well spent, with people both talented and personable. I'm tentatively considering my first Marcon this year; if that comes to pass, I may see some of you there.
POINT THREE: Finally found some more kumquats at Wegmans a couple days ago. I likes me those kumquats. Sweet, edible rind encasing the tangy fruity flesh. They don't stock much of them; I'm beginning to suspect I'm their only kumquat customer. In addition to being mighty tasty, it's a fun word to say, like "arugula" or "umlaut" or "indubitably."
POINT FOUR: Uh, that's it. Nothing left to say. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, in my brain. Said the melancholy Dane. Amid amber waves of grain. And pain.
Sounds & Images: Foxtrot (Genesis -- the old-school model with Peter Gabriel and puzzling lyrical content)
State O'Mind: Random
POINT ONE: *Sigh.* A few snowflakes in the air earlier this evening, but nothing that's stuck. I foolishly had hoped we'd seen the last of the snow, though I knew better. In this neck of the country, you're never completely out of the woods r.e. the whitestuff: My mother has told me of a day trip she and my father took to Niagara Falls in the late 1960s in July -- in which, on the way back along the NYS Thruway, they got hit with a freak snowstorm around Batavia. The conditions were localized; when they got back to the Rochester area and told friends about it, nobody believed them. Until reports of said snowstorm appeared on the nightly news. Because you know how it is: Nothing really happens unless it's on TV. *begin eyeroll here*
POINT TWO: It being a week and a half past the convention, I won't attempt to finish the FKO conrep -- I'll just reiterate that it was it was a weekend well spent, with people both talented and personable. I'm tentatively considering my first Marcon this year; if that comes to pass, I may see some of you there.
POINT THREE: Finally found some more kumquats at Wegmans a couple days ago. I likes me those kumquats. Sweet, edible rind encasing the tangy fruity flesh. They don't stock much of them; I'm beginning to suspect I'm their only kumquat customer. In addition to being mighty tasty, it's a fun word to say, like "arugula" or "umlaut" or "indubitably."
POINT FOUR: Uh, that's it. Nothing left to say. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, in my brain. Said the melancholy Dane. Amid amber waves of grain. And pain.
Sounds & Images: Foxtrot (Genesis -- the old-school model with Peter Gabriel and puzzling lyrical content)
State O'Mind: Random