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 can't work up any outrage . . . really, none of what goes on in this vale of tears is worth it . . .
Could one of you nice folks be outraged for me, and let me know how it works out for ya?
Outrage by Proxy....do you realise what a statment like that can induce in a creative mind...I don't know either, perhaps a creative person will come along and let us know.
I'll check back in later, as soon as I finish waterboarding some poodles.
How silly . . . a course you get equisolstinoxes just like ever'body else . . . you just can't see no difference is all . . .
No one could ask for better, Miss Raboida . . . you are the very apogee of proxified indignation . . .
Life has come to a pretty fine pass when one cannot even be crazy without a poor proxy!
I am almost outraged.
What a relief. I thought I was perigeeing just a bit.
This whole by proxy thing is becoming fascination.
Münchhausen's by proxy, for instance.