In October, in New England, there is no Karl Rove, except for people who decide to go the really scary route with their Halloween costumes.
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
October is one of my favorite months, because that's when I got married! I actually know a lot of people with October anniversaries, and I am going to a wedding in a couple weeks as well.
I think October has been ruined for me, ever since Carl Rove promised an October Surprise.
Until it actually happens, I'll be keeping my spirits up by assuming it's going to be a surprise lobotomy, for himself.
And What Cindy Said, re: October. It's the beginning of fall! Cooler air, changing leaves! Halloween is in it! October ROCKS!
Also *coughmybirthdaycough*
October is the best month of all, the worst of the summer heat is gone, and the winter storms aren't quite here. Spring gets too hot too quickly, so October wins.
Nora, our anniversary is this month, too. I caught myself thinking it would be our 16th anniversary, when it will actually only be our 12th. I was counting the years we've been together instead of just the years we've been married.
Cindy and her DH are me and my DH, except our anniversary is in June.
Finally, an answer to the question we've all been asking -- is drinking yogurt faster than eating it?
Ha. That's so cute, Jessica. I think I want to marry this paragraph, particularly the last sentence:
I intend to leave yogurt-making to those Azerbaijanis who want to live to be a hundred. In fact, I generally prefer to eat a product similar in many ways to yogurt but providing far fewer health benefits—sour cream. It is the Jewish answer to yogurt and promotes early entry into nursing homes. I also admire the makers of sour cream because they are honest fellows who never pretend it's good for you.
There's a commercial here for Bulmer's Cider that features a bunch of people picking apples in a golden-autumn orchard looking delighted to be alive and eventually people in a pub joyfully drinking the cider, apparentl just-pressed and yet vintage at the same time. I want to know where *that* autumn in Ireland is taking place, because here it remains wet and effortlessly green.
Unrelatedly, there are way too many pretty boydoctors (well, medical students) running around this hospital right now. It's a little overwhelming, like working on the set of the Irish ER back when it was good and had lots of hot people.