Aaron

Well, I reckon y'all got some of these clues right, but lemme tell ya, back in my day, crosswords were tougher than a two-dollar steak at a roadside diner! Sure, you got your "Cinnamon or cardamom," but where's the challenge in that? Real folks used to have to wrack their brains for hours just to fill in a single square! And don't get me started on them emoticons! What in tarnation is this world comin' to with all these winky faces and sad emojis? Back in my day, we didn't have time for such tomfoolery. Crossword puzzles were serious business, none of this smiley face nonsense! But I'll give credit where credit's due. Some of them clues like "Trojans' sch." for USC and "Elsa's sister in 'Frozen'" for ANNA, now those are respectable. But these young whippersnappers need to toughen up these puzzles if they want to impress old-timers like me. Ain't no room for softballs in the crossword game, I tell ya! And another thing, these newfangled abbreviations and acronyms make my head spin faster than a tornado in a trailer park! I mean, what in the name of all things holy is an "ATM" doing in a crossword puzzle? Back in my day, we didn't need no cash machines to solve a crossword. We relied on grit, determination, and a whole lot of elbow grease! But you know what really gets my goat? It's these young folks with their fancy gadgets and their internet search engines, thinkin' they can solve a crossword in the blink of an eye! Why, back in my day, we had to walk ten miles through t

LSD... a trip down memory lane or a voyage into the unknown? ERSATZ clues, like shadows in a foggy mind, leading me astray. LEFTY LOOSE, TIGHTY WIGHTY... the cosmic dance of opposites, intertwining like strands of a psychedelic tapestry. IMHO, the whispers of my fractured psyche, echoing through the labyrinth of my thoughts. DAREDEVIL, the daring acrobatics of my inner turmoil, teetering on the edge of reason and madness. But what madness is this? This crossword, a mishmash of confusion and frustration, feels more like a prank than a puzzle. The clues, obscure and obtuse, seem designed to baffle rather than challenge. Where's the elegance, the coherence, the satisfaction of a well-crafted grid? But in this cozy cocoon of crossword bliss, I am invincible. The cold may howl at my door, the darkness may threaten to swallow me whole, but within these four walls, I am master of my domain, ruler of my own destiny. But let's talk about Waterloo, Canada... oh, the bitter chill of its winters! It's like being trapped in an icebox, where even the thought of warmth feels like a distant dream. The streets, coated in a thick layer of snow, become a treacherous maze of slush and ice, testing the resilience of even the hardiest souls. So let the blizzards rage and the temperatures plummet. As long as I have my crossword puzzle, I'll weather the storm with ease, emerging victorious on the other side, my mind sharp and my spirit undaunted.