Well, Mysterman ain'ta gonna do me no good . . .
Oy, Raboida, you're a mensch (so to speak) . . . i should be so lucky . . . i should live so long . . . an ally at last!
Why don't we all grab our harpoons, shoot some whale together, and talk about it in the Australia summer sun over beer and BBQ?
As if it wasn't confusing enough that your seasons are phase-shifted. Why oh why can't you separate them by solstices and equinoxes like everybody else?
I'm against anarchy, yes. Especially when it comes to measuring physical properties such as time.
An ananarchist? Yes, and I love that word.
I thought you were dead...