Well?
Well?
I usually say autumn but sometimes I say fall so I picked the option that says I sometimes say both, but I would not want to imply that I say both equally as that would be a false impression to give, I would say it's probably a 85-15 split in favor of autumn.
I give this thread ten posts before it turns into linguistic dick-waving. xD
I call it Autumn, although when I have to remember the paragon of stupidity and uselessness that is Daylight Savings Time, I use the "Spring forward, Fall back" thing.
Fall, because the leaves fall and in general, everything tends to fall through during the Fall.
Sincerely,
Pessimist
I don't have the time to speak an entire extra syllable like that. But I usually type it as autumn because I've found it's far more likely for someone online to say "You mean fall?" leading to a short argument and an even greater waste of time.
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The hot season is Summer, the cold season is Autumn, the dead season is Winter, the new season is... SPRING? There's some other word for it we've loooong since stopped using, but I feel that if we're just gonna go with Spring, we might as well just go with Fall. Hell, we should call summer Flush and winter Bare or something equally lame.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Either, though I say "Fall" more frequently.
FEASTING TIME!!!
Then again, that is what I call every season. Oink oink!
Fall. I call it that because I suffer from severe depression that let's me still get stressed out from "back to school" commercials even though I have not attended any sort of school in years.
I usually say Fall if I have to name it, but I've also called it second Summer because San Diego is still hot.
I suppose if we're gonna be technical, we English call it winter. We have winter, and July. Sometimes we don't have July.
I call it Quorp.
Raingust sounds awesome.