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Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

To discuss the awesomeness that is the Autumn Equinox

Did you feel that? That sudden rush of awesomeness mixed with cool, crisp air, sweaters and the visual orgy of colors in nature?
It’s fall, kids!
The first day of fall was yesterday, according to Madame Capricorn (the new Ladyfriend; see Sunday post). She earned a bonus point for tell me that. And for you, dear friends, get ready for many random fall foliage shots from this guy...
For the longest time, I tried to pretend my favorite season wasn’t fall, because, let’s face it, it’s much safer to say summer or spring. Summer offers all the glories of sand, sports, swims, suntans, sister Susie sitting on a thistle, etc. It’s a chic pick. Nobody will think you are crazy if you choose summer, unless you live in northern Canada and they couldn’t tell summer from a hockey puck.
Spring is popular as well— it’s probably the most well known Vivaldi season, it makes hope eternal, it’s got all those flowers blooming and grass growing and blah blah. Overrated, really. It rains all spring. Don’t think it doesn’t.
Winter is usually only chosen by people in warm weather climates where they think people in Pennsylvania spend their winters frolicking in the snow building snowmen and singing Bing Crosby tunes and making snow angels. You know what happens in the winter? Lots of death. There are car wrecks everywhere from the ice, blizzards closing businesses and schools, winds blowing so hard you can’t breathe and temperatures so cold you pause to see if your breath froze in midair (well, it’s not always like that, but I need hyperbole to make this analogy work). Plus, if you choose winter, there’s some Freudian analysis of how you are engrossed with death or something like that. And that you want to have sex with your mother.
But fall, dude, is awesome, especially in Pennsylvania. Other parts of the country and world may not get the full season onslaught like we do here-- I'm aware of that. So just sit back and wonder, What if?
Here are the Top 10 reasons fall rocks my foliage socks, in random order:
  1. Fall is warm enough that you can still go outside to do stuff without layers of clothes, but cold enough that you feel comfortable under a cozy blanket.
  2. Football season, baseball playoffs and the fall television season kick off.
  3. Fall foliage never gets boring. Actually, there’s a great Family Guy episode about this. And really, what’s cooler than taking a walk with your lady/man friend as fall leaves flutter around you and crunch underneath your feet? No, really, what is cooler?
  4. Fall is so awesome, it can also be called autumn.
  5. You can finally bust out those sweaters, jeans and coats you couldn’t wear during the summer but were enticed to buy because of alluring half-off sales at the Gap.
  6. It’s the last chance to feel warmth and sunlight before months of winter crushing your soul with bleary darkness from 5 p.m. to 7 a.m.
  7. You can drink warm apple cider at a football game while wearing a scarf. It will cause you to become noticeably aroused.
  8. It gives you a quality topic of conversation when stuck in a room with a stranger. “Hey, how about those leaves?”
  9. You can stop worrying about how you look in a swimsuit/without a shirt on, unless you’re a porn star, and then you’ve got other problems, don’t you?
  10. Because of this joke: Before science was invented it was once believed that autumn occurred when Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked the leaves off every tree in existence.
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