dira | April, man.

[A not-especially-interesting April fact: in my high school all freshmen were assigned senior 'big sisters,' and much was made of this relationship and one gave one's big sister presents at various times, and received presents, and there was a great deal of competition to be the most elaborate gift-giver. My big sister was named April, and one of the things I did at some point was buy a sheet of 'April' stickers and use some of them to decorate something. There were a lot left over, and one wound up, at some point, on the front of the VCR I bought that year for the express purpose of taping episodes of the X-Files--so my VCR was sort of named April, although naming a VCR is pretty weird and I never really used the name. But I still have the same VCR, ten years later.]

Ahem.

I'm sure I'm exposing my age and/or appalling ignorance of Twentieth Century literature, but any time I hear the line "April is the cruelest month," the first and only thing that springs to mind is Mulder saying it and holding up a skin mag in "D.P.O." I knew at the time that he was referencing something, but I only just now actually looked it up and read the first few lines of "The Wasteland," by T. S. Eliot, with an eye to finding out what exactly that's supposed to mean:

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

So there you have it. April is the cruelest month = no more dried tubers. Or, you know. Porn. Whatever you want to go with there.