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Dec. 5th, 2003 09:22 amIt snowed last night here. Wheeee! Which means, of course, that there's fifty feet of snow on the ground and the supermarkets are completely buried and instead of a bus, I'll be pick up by great big sled dogs -- oh, I'm sorry. I believed the meteorologists's hype there for a second.
So, yeah. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, I guess. Have I mentioned how much I hate winter? *glares out the window* Fucking winter wonderland.
And my hatred is probably only half because it's cold and nasty and icky and physically energy-zapping. Okay, sixty-forty. It's also because so many people take any snowfall as a license to go insane and shop as if a nuclear holocaust were being predicted. "Oh, God, it's going to snow?! But ... but ... but I don't own a snowblower! Or toilet paper! Or bread or milk or eggs or other essentials for making french toast!"
And I'm pretty sure I've done this rant already, but I can't help it, since yesterday at work, Captain Asshat's idea of intriguing conversation was to pop his head into my office at regular intervals and yell things like, "They just activated the Emergency Broadcast System for two inches of snow!" followed by what-incredible-rubes-they-have-here laughter. Yeah, laugh it up, dumbass. This is the same guy who argued yesterday when the lady from Ecuador told him he had an accent that he was from Ohio and Ohio is the only place on the planet without an accent. I shit you not, those were his words. He also asked what I meant when I said that I'm from Pennsylvania and *I* have an accent, then answered his own question and said, "Oh, yeah, Pennsylvania Dutch. I forgot." Because of course, everyone in Pennsylvania is Amish. (His words, too. Or close enough.) Then he proceeded to speak in a Canadian accent, just like all us Pennsylvania Dutch. *eye roll* I like to imagine he has to wear earmuffs when he leaves the house to keep his head from whistling when the wind blows.
Anyway, yesterday when I went Christmas shopping, I bought my mom more movies to add to her collection of "Movies I Will Watch Regardless Of Whether Or Not Something Much Better is On." I got her Jaws, An Officer and a Gentleman, and Steel Magnolias. If nothing else, my mom's incredibly easy to shop for.
I think I should shower now. Oh, yes.
So, yeah. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, I guess. Have I mentioned how much I hate winter? *glares out the window* Fucking winter wonderland.
And my hatred is probably only half because it's cold and nasty and icky and physically energy-zapping. Okay, sixty-forty. It's also because so many people take any snowfall as a license to go insane and shop as if a nuclear holocaust were being predicted. "Oh, God, it's going to snow?! But ... but ... but I don't own a snowblower! Or toilet paper! Or bread or milk or eggs or other essentials for making french toast!"
And I'm pretty sure I've done this rant already, but I can't help it, since yesterday at work, Captain Asshat's idea of intriguing conversation was to pop his head into my office at regular intervals and yell things like, "They just activated the Emergency Broadcast System for two inches of snow!" followed by what-incredible-rubes-they-have-here laughter. Yeah, laugh it up, dumbass. This is the same guy who argued yesterday when the lady from Ecuador told him he had an accent that he was from Ohio and Ohio is the only place on the planet without an accent. I shit you not, those were his words. He also asked what I meant when I said that I'm from Pennsylvania and *I* have an accent, then answered his own question and said, "Oh, yeah, Pennsylvania Dutch. I forgot." Because of course, everyone in Pennsylvania is Amish. (His words, too. Or close enough.) Then he proceeded to speak in a Canadian accent, just like all us Pennsylvania Dutch. *eye roll* I like to imagine he has to wear earmuffs when he leaves the house to keep his head from whistling when the wind blows.
Anyway, yesterday when I went Christmas shopping, I bought my mom more movies to add to her collection of "Movies I Will Watch Regardless Of Whether Or Not Something Much Better is On." I got her Jaws, An Officer and a Gentleman, and Steel Magnolias. If nothing else, my mom's incredibly easy to shop for.
I think I should shower now. Oh, yes.
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Date: 2003-12-05 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-12-05 07:00 am (UTC)And it's not Ohio that lacks the accent (my mother's from Ohio, left there about 40 years ago and STILL has the accent). It's Oregon, near as I can tell. No discernible local quirks.
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Date: 2003-12-05 07:12 am (UTC)He didn't take well to that. Apparently, Ohio teaches the King's English with an entire lack of accent, and damn me to hell for even suggesting it. Or something.
And yeah, with the slush. And it's already melting away. Damn. *sarcastic finger snap* And here I thought it would stay forever.
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Date: 2003-12-05 07:15 am (UTC)Man, I'm from a warm state, and *I* can handle the winter weather better than my cow-orkers. Pathetic little weak fleshbags. First against the wall when the revolution comes, I swear.
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Date: 2003-12-05 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-05 08:48 am (UTC)It wasn't that it was cold that makes me remember it. It was because it was really windy, and as I was crossing the soccer field to get to school, the wind blew so hard it swept itty bitty me right off my feet up into the air, so that I ended up slamming down against the ice-covered soccer field on my back.
I think I lie there for about fifteen minutes thinking, "Okay, should I get up and walk back home, or should I just scream really loud until someone brings me a wheelchair?"
Yeah, I got up and walked to school. I was a weenie back then.
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Date: 2003-12-05 09:18 am (UTC)It's the second to last panel that gets me...
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Date: 2003-12-05 07:22 am (UTC)I conquer. Here Here!I live in colorado and dispies winter. so you have my winter hating support! now fall is weather I can dig
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Date: 2003-12-05 07:27 am (UTC)Actually, I'd just like to hear/analyze accents well enough to properly imitate them.
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Date: 2003-12-05 09:33 am (UTC)Also, Corporal Asshat (there, I've just demoted him) should be tied to a chair, hung upside-down in it, and forced to listen to as many accents as humanly possible. Start him off with actual Penn. Dutch people, then Canadians (since he couldn't get those right), and then take it from there...
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Date: 2003-12-05 11:09 am (UTC)The only way I would have been buried in snow yesterday is if I'd been run over by a steamroller first.
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Date: 2003-12-05 10:45 am (UTC)Although, I used to think that PA was the only place without an accent. Of course, I was also 12.
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Date: 2003-12-05 11:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-05 11:23 am (UTC)...then if I said I was from Ephrata, there was "Oh, do you do heroin?"
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Date: 2003-12-05 01:25 pm (UTC)What a silly guy. Everyone knows it's the Northwest which retains the pure strain. I'd say Oregon alone, but that'd be chauvinistic. I'm willing the share the accolade with Washington...or at least southern Washington. ;-)
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Date: 2003-12-05 03:07 pm (UTC)Truly, accentless English is spoken only in the UK. In fact, it is spoken in only one part of the UK; everywhere else they have obnoxious regional accents.
Yes, for English spoken as our ancestors intended, you must visit Perthshire. Home, by way of perspective, of Ewan McGregor.
His father tiled my great-aunt's kitchen floor. Small world, huh?
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Date: 2003-12-05 03:04 pm (UTC)Second, I'm British. I live for bad weather, just to show off my immunity. And here is a genuine quote from the Cypriot newspaper I currently work for.
We did clean the gutters and after 20 minutes the flooding subsided."
Asked why floods caused havoc every year in Cyprus, Lefteris said it couldn't be helped. "There were horrific floods in France too. They are inevitable."
Now, a little perspective. This island has floods every frickin' December. And they are caused, every time, by the kind of thunderstorm that we have every couple of weeks in England, to clear the atmosphere. The kind that normal people like to walk in. The kind that you can see coming a week in advance.
The towns have no drainage to speak of.
You wanna talk about weather wimps?
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Date: 2003-12-05 03:14 pm (UTC)And I'm tempted to tell my officemates that my parents are currently getting a foot and a half of snow just to see the looks on their faces. Of course, it also means I'll have to put up with Captain Asshat (who, by the way, just referred to a totally black-robed female customer as a "ninja". Moron.)
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Date: 2003-12-05 03:39 pm (UTC)