Shopping, and bitching
Well ya know that it's goin' to be alright,
I think it's gonna be alright (alright).
And everything will always be alright,
when we go shopping.
- Barenaked Ladies - "Shopping"
Ahh, truer words were never spoken, or sung. Christmastime has grasped me by the short and curlies, and Tha Wife and I have half our list to finish. I'm not used to being this tardy with the purchases. It used to be that I would be finished with the Christmas shopping before Thanksgiving. Not this year, bucko. It's just as well, though. It gives us more time to pay off bills before we blow every penny (or feel as if we are) on gifts.
I can't write this entry without mentioning the fact that this past week marked the 25th anniversary of the murder of John Lennon. Being only a little over a year old when he was killed, it's hard to realize that for even a small while I did grow up in a world where he was alive, since I was about 8 when I discovered the Beatles, thanks to Mom's LP of Abbey Road. On a side note, it is probably a very different experience to be exposed to the Beatles in reverse album order, but I was. Please Please Me was the last of the albums that I purchased, and it was at first strange to think that the same people who did "Because" and "Come Together" did "Love Me Do" as well, but nevertheless...
Now onto what has suddenly become the bane of my existence, the Pacers. Seriously, what the hell? Let's lose to the Hawks, but beat the Cavs. That was bad enough. Now suddenly there is new turmoil surrounding Artest. Apparently he wants to be traded. Good, let's deal his ass. This didn't surprise me in the least. Let's see if we can wrangle Peja Stojakovic and a 1st round pick from the Kings, or something else like that. It's not as if we are going to win the title with Artest pulling this crap. On the other hand, Bender may have to retire because of his knees. Nothing personal, but I hope he does have to retire. Then insurance pays the rest of his salary, and we can pick up someone who can actually play basketball instead of look mediocre in a suit on the bench for 70 games a year.
That's all for now. As Strong Bad says in one of those cheesy video games, "My head a splode".
I think it's gonna be alright (alright).
And everything will always be alright,
when we go shopping.
- Barenaked Ladies - "Shopping"
Ahh, truer words were never spoken, or sung. Christmastime has grasped me by the short and curlies, and Tha Wife and I have half our list to finish. I'm not used to being this tardy with the purchases. It used to be that I would be finished with the Christmas shopping before Thanksgiving. Not this year, bucko. It's just as well, though. It gives us more time to pay off bills before we blow every penny (or feel as if we are) on gifts.
I can't write this entry without mentioning the fact that this past week marked the 25th anniversary of the murder of John Lennon. Being only a little over a year old when he was killed, it's hard to realize that for even a small while I did grow up in a world where he was alive, since I was about 8 when I discovered the Beatles, thanks to Mom's LP of Abbey Road. On a side note, it is probably a very different experience to be exposed to the Beatles in reverse album order, but I was. Please Please Me was the last of the albums that I purchased, and it was at first strange to think that the same people who did "Because" and "Come Together" did "Love Me Do" as well, but nevertheless...
Now onto what has suddenly become the bane of my existence, the Pacers. Seriously, what the hell? Let's lose to the Hawks, but beat the Cavs. That was bad enough. Now suddenly there is new turmoil surrounding Artest. Apparently he wants to be traded. Good, let's deal his ass. This didn't surprise me in the least. Let's see if we can wrangle Peja Stojakovic and a 1st round pick from the Kings, or something else like that. It's not as if we are going to win the title with Artest pulling this crap. On the other hand, Bender may have to retire because of his knees. Nothing personal, but I hope he does have to retire. Then insurance pays the rest of his salary, and we can pick up someone who can actually play basketball instead of look mediocre in a suit on the bench for 70 games a year.
That's all for now. As Strong Bad says in one of those cheesy video games, "My head a splode".