He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
Or happy Spring to those who happen to be clinging to the underside of the Earth! Or happy Dry Season or Rainy Season to tropic dwellers!
I believe that it's also Autumn on the northern hemisphere of Mars, for those who are keeping track of such things (perhaps having summer houses on the Vastitas Borealis or some such thing).
Yeah, grape harvest has already been, the Farmer's's Market is closed up because there's nothing else being grown, and all that. I hit all of the wild blackberry brambles a month ago that I'd scouted out in the Summer. Things are kinda winding down here now.