*RANDOM THOUGHTS*
* Yesterday, when I was experiencing withdrawl symptoms from the medications I'm on, I thought something was quite interesting. When someone takes medication to keep one's brain in check, and the medication becomes addictive, one isn't addicted, but "dependent." However, when one smokes large bags of crack to keep one's brain in check, one isn't dependent, but "addicted." I think "dependent" is one of those words that we've come up with, like differently abled, vertically challenged, and dance-impared. I think addicted works fine, thanks.
* OfficeMax's slogan is "Max means more." Max does *not* mean more. Max, I'm assuming, comes from "maximum," which means most. So there.
* You know, it seems like Christmas music has been playing for the past 18 years. A month or so ago, when I was food shopping one day, I was almost looking forward to the Christmas music. Now...it's on EVERY SINGLE DAMN RADIO STATION. Monty Python, in their classic, The Meaning of Life, said that everyday is Christmas in Heaven. I'm sorry, I don't think that's the eschatological destination where Christmas music is omnipresent.
There's no escape from this holly jolly hell. I think the guy with the pointy horns and the pitchfork is the one compelling all of today's "best" female pop vocalists to come up with new versions of old standards.
* Anglican teetotaler. HAH!
* The other night, that guy who dressed up as Tron on his website was on a TV show. I thought I was hallucinating. *THEN* I heard frigging Alvin and the Chipmunks singing "Christmas Don't Be Late." (For a moment, I thought I was in Hell...then I saw a full glass of wine, and knew otherwise.) I *know* I didn't have Christmas music playing (see above).
So, I went around the apartment, looking to see if someone was trying to drive me crazy by placing radios around the apartment. (The cat is devious.) Nope, no radios...but Alvin, Simon, and Theodore were certainly singing. Or, I was going crazy.
Well, it turns out that I was neither in Hell, nor was I going crazy-a firetruck with friggin' Santa Claus was driving around the apartment complex, ho ho hoing it up. So, perhaps, the world *is* trying to drive me crazy.
* And one last thought concerning Christmas music. There has been at least one radio station in the NYC area that has been playing Christmas music ad infinitum since November. December 25th is the FIRST day of Christmas...and for the next eleven...I doubt that I'll be hearing "Jingle Bell Rock" &c. Not that I mind-don't get me wrong-I need a break. But, I think it's ironic that they play that crap for an entire month, and then they *don't* play it when they should be.
* FIVE GOLDEN RINGS! AAGH!@
* The cat isn't fat-he's husky.
* I should be going back to work...yes, I shall.
-j
* OfficeMax's slogan is "Max means more." Max does *not* mean more. Max, I'm assuming, comes from "maximum," which means most. So there.
* You know, it seems like Christmas music has been playing for the past 18 years. A month or so ago, when I was food shopping one day, I was almost looking forward to the Christmas music. Now...it's on EVERY SINGLE DAMN RADIO STATION. Monty Python, in their classic, The Meaning of Life, said that everyday is Christmas in Heaven. I'm sorry, I don't think that's the eschatological destination where Christmas music is omnipresent.
There's no escape from this holly jolly hell. I think the guy with the pointy horns and the pitchfork is the one compelling all of today's "best" female pop vocalists to come up with new versions of old standards.
* Anglican teetotaler. HAH!
* The other night, that guy who dressed up as Tron on his website was on a TV show. I thought I was hallucinating. *THEN* I heard frigging Alvin and the Chipmunks singing "Christmas Don't Be Late." (For a moment, I thought I was in Hell...then I saw a full glass of wine, and knew otherwise.) I *know* I didn't have Christmas music playing (see above).
So, I went around the apartment, looking to see if someone was trying to drive me crazy by placing radios around the apartment. (The cat is devious.) Nope, no radios...but Alvin, Simon, and Theodore were certainly singing. Or, I was going crazy.
Well, it turns out that I was neither in Hell, nor was I going crazy-a firetruck with friggin' Santa Claus was driving around the apartment complex, ho ho hoing it up. So, perhaps, the world *is* trying to drive me crazy.
* And one last thought concerning Christmas music. There has been at least one radio station in the NYC area that has been playing Christmas music ad infinitum since November. December 25th is the FIRST day of Christmas...and for the next eleven...I doubt that I'll be hearing "Jingle Bell Rock" &c. Not that I mind-don't get me wrong-I need a break. But, I think it's ironic that they play that crap for an entire month, and then they *don't* play it when they should be.
* FIVE GOLDEN RINGS! AAGH!@
* The cat isn't fat-he's husky.
* I should be going back to work...yes, I shall.
-j