Thursday roadkill report

[jhetley]

Squirrels and snakes.  Cue Indy Jones:  "Why does it always have to be squirrels and snakes?"

Warm and damp this morning, with temperatures again supposed to threaten records for the date.  We could call this Indian Summer, if we had already had a killing frost and if we dared use such ethnically-slurring titles in this Politically Correct day and age.  But no and no, so it isn't.

More leaves turning, more leaves dropping.  Also a carpet of tan needles developing under the white pines as they swap out the old inventory.

And Happy 50th Birthday to Sputnik 1!

15.25 miles, 1:05:19

Comments

[starcat-jewel.livejournal.com]

When you say something in order to complain that you can't say it, you've just undercut your point pretty severely, because if you couldn't say it, you wouldn't be saying it. It's a linguistic cheap-shot. You can do better.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Of course it's a cheap shot. That places it in the correct league.

[starcat-jewel.livejournal.com]

Perhaps more to the point... while I've heard a few -- very few -- people whining about "you can't even say Indian Summer any more," I have yet to hear anyone actually object to the phrase itself. Is this like the "feminists burning their bras" thing, where one long-ago instance has suddenly become an urban legend about myriads of illusionary enemies?

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Long ago and far, far away? Nope. Recent to current, and local. Also national, if you consider "Cleveland Indians"...