Bah Humbug!
It has been a while since I updated this thang, because I was waiting for something interesting to write about. Alas, that hasn't happened. These last two weeks have been slowwwwww...like molasses going uphill, in winter. Or Roseanne in a foot race. Poker is bleh! Weather is bleh! I feel a bit like Ebeneezer...you know. Bah humbug! I think maybe it's all that bloody Christmas music on the radio, it's enough to drive you insane. It's enough we have to hear it at the malls; it's become like a bizarre soundtrack to my life, following me everywhere I go. I am not dreaming of a white Christmas, or chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and jingle bells don't rock.
Why can't one of the Yiddisha boys make a Hannukkah album? You know, a Barry Manilow record that we can inflict on the masses? As payback!? An eye for an eye and all that. Think of the set list for Barry: "My zaida's Latkes" or "Geld Geld Geld" (sung to Abba's "Money Money Money")....
Sheesh.
And I'm outta here.
M.L.
posted by Levs at 2:41 PM
1 Comments:
I have a suggestion on how to beat the early winter doldrums. The next time you are out and about take a moment and strike up a conversation with a stranger (preferably a pretty lady). It's amazing how much excitement a simple conversation can generate. Alternately, it might degenerate into one of those fantastic festive fights that are so enjoyable for bystanders to pretend not to watch. The other day I was at a movie, Harry Potter (good movie and dam that Hermione...but I digress), and a woman along with her two excited kiddies, mistakenly took a seat that had a handicapped sign attached to it. Well another woman came along with her elderly mother and while the first woman went out to get her whiny brat a soda, plonked the elderly mother into the handicapped seat. I watched this scene unfold with mounting excitement at the battle sure to follow. With bated breath and an inner giggle desperate to escape I watched as mother and whiny brat returned to see the old windbag sitting in their primo seats. The festive spirit was absent as the two women got into a bitter spat debating the merits of taking a seat and ruining the kids movie vs. the rights of an old woman (not necessarily a disabled one, mind you) to sit in a seat "clearly labelled mam". It was great.
9:06 PM
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