you know, the crisp temps, no humidity, the colors of the fallen leaves lying on the sidewalks and streets forming a kaleidoscope, the last remaining sentries on the trees waiting to descend...
toys r us is already schilling. Just a friendly reminder that they have all the Toys your kids are gong to want, you know, because the name of the store is so ambiguous. In another ad i heard Christmas music...
HOLD UP!! The World Series isn't over yet. They call it the Fall classic. How about we let it play itself out in the Fall. It was over 50 degrees in Green Bay yesterday. Simply put, if the tundra isn't frozen, we shouldn't be discussing what your kids want for Christmas. Soon enough, when we have gorged ourselves on tryptophan, cranberries and pie we can enjoy the onslaught of jewelry ads, and Macy's using Beatles music and ads with couples buying luxury vehicles for each other. It will be fine then, expected even. This is a capitalism and part of the deal as consumers is we need to consume—for the economy's sake. Because watch out, if you don't do your part by maxing out your credit this country will fold like a dirty shirt...
i don't want to be the downer here, and i will attempt to Crachet instead of Scrooge when the time comes, but can i enjoy my November please? Can we all just enjoy our November? It won't be long until we are at each other's throats for the newest latest in chic-chic. Winter is going to be tough enough, Charlie Manual has shown the world how bad a manager he is and my worst nightmare seems closer to becoming reality. The Jets going into the old play book to finding ways to lose and miss the playoffs and boy, the Knicks really do suck. The Rangers may save me but a gimpy hip may be the difference between a #4 seed and an early tee time. And its going to be cold. Give me 30 days, i beg of you. Overstock.com, are you fucking kidding me?! i'm throwing a flag—offsides! on-line store in the neutral zone! Overstock.com will get no business from me. In fact, i think i'm giving out origami this year. Here bastard,
here is an artist's rendition of a Borelli shotgun, Merry Christmas, now please shoot me!...
i long for the day when i can wait for the Cat Mom to get home from working the holidays at the Kitty Hospital in Oro, a bottle of wine at the ready, fresh ocean whitefish dinner for cats keeping the boys occupied as i cook a vegetable curry for my best lady. A universe away from the foolishness...
right now i'll settle for November that looks like November...
6 comments:
Your blog has two Bloomberg ads on it.
Special, just for you and Christine. Its google ads, since the 'Consider' piece, it'll be different after election day.
And oh, thanks for your thoughts pertaining to the subject at hand.
I lost all train of thought after seeing the ads. Now I understand why you didn't like that link - Bloomberg has bought you off!
Enjoy the Autumn? I've been in a windowless office for 10 hours and counting. I'm not enjoying any aspect of life right now.
And yeah, Christmas comes too soon. I can't believe that when we were kids (well, when I was a kid and you were a freshman in college) Christmas seemed to take so long to arrive. Now I wish we could compress the season into only the month of December. Christmas is not only getting too commercial, it's getting too dangerlous ... ly long.
the boys will have you know that they always get meaty cold cuts for the holidays
Jack, I can't be bought, in the constellation of logic we think clearly, and in that mode we realize that this city would be more like Newark without Bloomberg. Sure, vote for Thompson, 2012 isn't far away.
As for your 4 cornered room with no windows—you're working for the Catholics what did you think you were going to get?
Since I sit alone in a four-cornered room, I figured I'd be staring at candles.
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