they call the wind OH JESUS JESUS MAKE IT STOP!

[phosfate]

Prairie wind all weekend. Hot, except for when it was cold. This is why my ancestors used to kill their 15 children and put them up in jars for the winter.

Also, have renamed the white, foamy fountain on Centennial Mall the Money Shot Fountain, because every time I see it, it makes me wonder if Harold Edgerton ever made porn. I did not just type that.

_{Oh, just Google him. Leave me alone.}

Comments

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Yep, we had the wind here, too. My sister and brother in law insist on hanging these huge, loud windchimes with a reverb that lasts about 20 minutes right outside my window. It was like living inside a church organ all fucking weekend. Otherwise, I coulda dealt.

So, what did *you* put into jars for the winter? (And, btw, great mental image there, eeeuw. Wasn't there a movie like that at one point?)

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I dunno if there was a movie. We just got it in history class. "And that winter we found Frances Svoboda frozen to death, in the rocking chair in her sod house, her 12 children put up neatly in Ball jars. We never did find Mr Svoboda." Also schoolchildren in blizzards, creeks clogged with buffalo shot from trains by Easterners in beaver hats, and covered wagons full of dead flu victims.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

Wow. Your history books were a lot more interesting and gruesome than the ones I grew up with. However, I went to Catholic school, so they made up for it with books about martyrs.