My life is super nerd- I mean country...

I recently bought a subscription to Netflix online. I have to say that so far it has been worth it. I really miss having a video store to rent movies and video games from right around the corner, but there seems to not be a single one left in the state of Pennsylvania. Sure, there's Red Box but I cannot get older movies like I could when there was a Blockbuster around the corner. And most of the time what you want to see is already checked out by someone else and you have no idea when it's going to be brought back. Frustrating...

Anyway, I love Stephen King books and movies. I decided that the first thing that I would watch would be the tv miniseries "The Stand" about a super flu that wipes out everyone. In the movie they have a fascination with an old black lady in a corn field in Nebraska. The time period that this starts is mid-June.

Now there's nothing wrong with an old black lady in a cornfield in Nebraska, but do me a favor and keep the corn's growth cycle accurate.

You: Oh Wolf why do you say that?

Me: Well because in mid-June the corn in this movie is already fully grown and tasseled out. FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!

This wouldn't bother any normal person, but it has to bother me. I have lived nearly my whole life in Lancaster County, PA and we grow A LOT of corn there. Until I moved to Pittsburgh, I never realized how much I relied of the state of the fields to give me clues about how the seasons were progressing. I've watched to corn go through its growth cycle for nearly my entire life and I feel really guilty about something as simple as corn "growing" in a movie bothering me. I feel entirely too country here...

In mid-June the corn is usually about halfway up my shin and by July it's at my thigh. So when I saw this, I died a little inside. The corn doesn't normally tassel out until the end of July or sometimes as late as mid-August. And corn pollen is a HORRENDOUS allergen. It leaves a kind of orange dust on everything and it makes you itch and sneeze like crazy. My late Jack Russell Terrier was terribly allergic to corn pollen to the point that she would lick her feet until they bled in the late summer and fall.

Anyway, now that I have shown you how much of a country bumpkin I am, I'm going to get back to work... FML