Vernal Equinox Edition of "No, Really, We Talk Like This"

[gnomi]

Scene: mabfan and gnomi are walking to the T to go to a program at the library on the evening of 22 March.

mabfan (with consternation): It's snowing!

gnomi: Yeah. They had flurries in New York today.

mabfan: But it's spring!

gnomi: Yeah...

mabfan: Spring is here! Spring is here! Life is --

gnomi: Skittles. Beer. Pigeons. Park. Got it.

Comments

[gingicat]

I would love to know if there's a scientific reason for the unseasonable weather immediately after the turn of the seasons; it seems that at every spring equinox, we have a blast of winter, at every summer solstice, we have cold dampness, at every fall equinox, we have a week of sunny warm weather, and at every winter solstice, we have a thaw.

[caryabend.livejournal.com]

I think it's nature's way of blowing the ballast to ensure neutral buoyancy after a seasonal change.

[caryabend.livejournal.com]

Skittles. Beer. Pigeons. Park. Got it.

Any conversation that includes that line must naturally devolve into a discussion of Tom Lehrer.

[autotruezone.livejournal.com]

Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
I wonders where the birdies is.
They say the birds is on the wing.
Ain't that absurd?
I always thought the wing was on the bird.

--anonymous

[(Anonymous)]

Not Henry Gibson?

[half-double.livejournal.com]

Uh-oh. Briskets make gnomi averse to Tom Lehrer?