I love autumn more than any other season. All those reds and golds and purples just make my little head swoon. This gorgeous piece of fall art is happening right outside my window at work.
I like to stare at it while I’m taking calls from people who are much more affected by the full moon than most. If you know what I mean, and I think you do.
Even riding home on the bus affords me the opportunity to see lovely visions of the season.
Then the inevitable happened and all those falling leaves made me think of this.
Then I giggle & snort and people move away and let me have two seats all by myself! Win/win.
A few other things I saw recently that I haven’t shared with you. I saw an actual protest. What? I’ve led a very sheltered life out here in the suburbs. The only thing that I ever remember being protested in Surrey is when they brought in Sunday shopping back in the early 80′s. Boy, those were some turbulent times!
Anyway, this protest was against Canadian companies mining gold in Tibet.
Lastly, I’d like to talk about fashion choices. No, no, not the whole tights =/= pants issue. This is about boys who think they are all gangsta tough and erm… somewhat fashion forward? Okay, I’m not being clear. I’m talking about little dork thug life guys and their bejewelled/bedazzled/laméd outfits. You know what I’m talking about. You’ve seen them in the mall, shuffling along the street to some internal beat, (actually, not so internal as their iPods are usually cranked & deafening all those around them), quite often with a girl of questionable repute and at least one baby in a stroller. Should we be blaming Ed Hardy? Perhaps, perhaps.
‘Cause I gotta tell you, when I see someone dressed in these clothes, which no doubt are not cheap, hitting up people at the bus loop for cash, I’m a tidge annoyed.
Those pockets on his jeans? Yeah, huge flaps with rhinestones and silver stitching. When he walked, they sort of waved and shimmered at everyone behind him. For the love of all that’s holy, have some self-respect man! It’s not that you’re asking strangers for money, it’s that you look like some sort of Jersey Shore reject while you’re doing it.
Phew, apparently I needed to get that off my chest! Snort.