The first snowfall of the season

is a wet and messy affair, shortlived,

of little consequence,

and interrupted quickly by the sun.

There is little evidence to suggest a repeat performance.

And yet, for those few moments, we are like children again,

gawking at windows, amazed it is this cold,

anxious and afraid for the winter we know is coming.

We have had no warning,

and we are not dressed warmly enough for this.

Over at Metafilter, in an unrelated post, someone named yarf writes:

Google will be taken to court someday and its cache will go away. Why? Because its clearly a copyright violation when some company makes a copy of my work and profits from that copy. Google is a for-profit company and makes money from advertising. Their cache service is making a copy of my content, without my permission, and serving it to users, again, without my permission. This is completely different than a local cached copy made automatically by your browser for technical reasons, versus a server-based copy made by some third-party company for the enhancement of their services. I’m just surprised it hasn’t gone to court yet.

I have absolutely no idea how to respond to that, and I genuinely like Google as a search engine, but I think he just might be right.

And now, because I can’t have my friend Sharon feeling all wistful, some more photographs of nothing in particular. It should be noted (if it isn’t already evident) that I am not a careful photographer, nor exactly what one would call skilled. I point, I click. If I like the result, I share. Because that’s the kind of guy I am.

Zorak: “What y’all doin’?” Space Ghost: “Y’all?”

Zorak: “Yep.” SG: “Where’d you learn to talk like that?”

Z: “Hattiesburg.” SG: “What were you doing in Hattiesburg?”

Z: “Kickin’ it.” SG: “Oh, really.” Z: “Yep.”

SG: “Well that’s interesting.” Z: “It *is* interesting.”

SG: “Thom, is that interesting?” Thom Yorke (Radiohead): “No.”

– Space Ghost: Coast to Coast, “Knifin’ Around”

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