Yeah, like summer runs from Memorial Day to Labor Day (last Monday in May to first Monday in September), even though it really doesn't.

I never seem to remember, however, that Spring in the Bay Area starts in February...

Spring in Utah is March to May, maybe June, whenever you start feeling that standing in the sun is torture rather than wonderful. Summer is June-ish to August, with late August early September being "it's almost over, the blissful cool weather isn't a lie, it's really coming." Fall is late September to December (winter is starting later around here), or when you walk outside and remember you're in the Rocky Mountains and there are probably Sasquatch in the mountains waiting to devour travelers stranded by the snow.

I totally want to partcipate in L'WOW!

I found this web app [link] that amongst other things tells you how old a given tumblr is.

I had idly wondered what the post limit actually is, and now knowing it is 250, I can't believe I follow people who regularly exceed it??

I can't believe I follow people who regularly exceed it??

I realise that I get scared to come back to my dash if I have a longer than usual break, because I feel I should read everything, but there's no way I really can. And, yeah, some of them do break that. Fucksticks! Also, not more than 75 original image posts in one day? I think I should hit that limit before I bow out.

I went back to my first posts, almost five years ago now, and it's all...quiet. And tagless...and me.

I realise that I get scared to come back to my dash if I have a longer than usual break, because I feel I should read everything, but there's no way I really can

Oh lord -- I follow hundreds of blogs, and many of them are prolific. I just see what's there in spurts and don't worry about the rest.

Somebody I might be about to unfollow on tumblr just posted this, and all I want to do is respond that salt is not a plant.

Unless she's going to sing the praises of eating raw unseasoned potatoes, she's already lost all credibility in my eyes.

I just walked around my block twice looking for my car. It was directly across from my front door.

facepalm

I just see what's there in spurts and don't worry about the rest

I fear that I'll miss some fandom news, because it's the only place I'm plugged in to girl-fandom other than here. And, obviously, boy-fandom is a lot less fun.

Hey, speaking of trashing for no good reason, I can't believe that the artist of this piece intended to not only put an expression other than discomfort on her face, but that he thinks he put her in a powerful position at the same time as the guy who "created" her look is "saving" her. Is our bar that low? Jeez.

I can't even with that.

I just walked around my block twice looking for my car. It was directly across from my front door.

So your car is playing an April Fools trick on you? Bad manners.