Spring in Jolly Ol’ England
Want to see spring in Kent? This photo was taken this morning:
That’s today, as in the sixth of April, 2008 A.D. Whatever happened to global warming, people?
I went to see Jonathan Coulton (yes, that Jonathan Coulton) perform in London a few weeks back. He was as amazing as you think (Andy has the full details) - go see him, like, now.
No, not right now, jackass. Read the rest of this post first.
Anyway, his last song was entitled First of May, and I hadn’t heard it before. It’s an absolute genius song about spring coming around (NSFW though - careful) and I loved every minute of it. One thing grated on me though: first of May? What the hell, man? Spring starts in March, I swear.
Lies, apparently. See above for proof. JoCo was right and is my new God. All hail.
So tell me, venerable JoCo, how exactly can I convince Al Gore to shut the hell up? I want some damn sunshine, and if that comes at the expense of the planet’s ecosystem, so be it.
