The Perils of Black Friday

I realize that there are bargains to be had in retail establishments the day after Thanksgiving.  I realize that there are sometimes people that are obnoxious about camping out to get the best deals.  Personally, I feel that anything that requires me to wake up at 3am to stand outside for a few hours better have naked men or a championship bowl title attached to it.  For the most part, though, people seemed to be cordial in the crowded aisles today.  I had to go grocery shopping so I tried to hit Target at lunch, but it was a no-go.  They need to a)open up all shopping lanes, and b)designate lines for Black Friday specials and the rest for the day-to-day ordinary shopper.  What a mess.  Thankfully, WalMart at 1130pm had no lines–just the night stockers to deal with.

But nothing excuses the behavior in these two examples.  In Long Island, people were so anxious to get into a WalMart in the wee hours of morning that they trampled down the door and several people along with it.  An eight month pregnant woman is in the hospital, and a WalMart employee died from wounds sustained in the event.  He was 34 years old, and all he was doing was trying to open the doors for business.  People ran right on top of him and refused to leave the store when told someone had died.

Not to be outdone, two men were killed at a Palm Desert, California, Toys-R-Us later this morning.  I don’t know what kind of parent is carrying a gun into a toy store, much less what would provoke shots to be fired.  But for two people to die?  Over something like a Dora the Explorer doll or some other such nonsense?  I don’t understand.

As for me, I’ll brave the crowds when absolutely necessary.  In the meantime, I’m sticking to Amazon.  Delivers straight to the house and someone else has to deal with the traffic.  Works for me! In the meantime, my thoughts are with the Black Friday tragedy families.  What a way to remember the holiday.

Who needs Hollywood when the real world is this entertaining? (Part 2)

The continuation of last night’s posting:

  • There are some sick, sick people out there.  Now, I know that there are those that greatly support plastic surgery and sing its praises for whatever purpose they chose while going under the knife.  Then you have people like the catlady or Joan Rivers who are obviously obsessed.  Neither one of them can top this woman, however, who was so addicted to face lifts that over the past 20 years she had dozens and dozens of surgeries.  When they wouldn’t operate any longer, she injected her own face with cooking oil.  Aside from the fact that she could be her own fondue source, let me just say . . . ewww.  Gross.
  • Can we chalk this one up to senility?  Dementia?  There has to be some sort of external explanation. Continue reading

Who needs Hollywood when the real world is this entertaining? (Part 1)

I haven’t posted at all in awhile, things have been nuts.  I got a job, one that I can stay at until something better comes along, and I’m just exhausted.  Unfortunately I keep seeing stuff that looks hysterical so when I open my browser I have two dozen tabs waiting to be dismissed.  So I’ll fill y’all in on my personal life later, in the meantime here is some of the more entertaining news that I’ve seen lately.

  • It’s almost Thanksgiving. I don’t know how to explain how I feel about the holiday except to say that as much as I enjoy and love the 4th of July is how much I could do without Thanksgiving. Don’t get me wrong, I truly appreciate the meaning of the holiday, but the rest of it–the disastrous family scheduling, the elaborate preparations for a dinner that is eaten at 3pm, and so on–drives me crazy.  I don’t eat turkey, cranberry sauce, or stuffing which also makes things difficult.  For Pete’s sake, it is just a meal.  I would rather have a ham sandwich and be done with it.  Sorry, soapbox is away now.  That being said, I found that this was the perfect illustration of what you can do with the turkey.  Who knew that Cincinnati was the town that had the best perspective on the holiday, even if it originated in a WKRP episode.  Turkey bowling.  Even if you throw a gutter bird, at least you’ve tenderized the meat!!!
  • I love fish.  I love to eat fish, I love to watch fish, I love to go fish, I even just had raw fish for dinner.  Yet I have never seen a fish do this.  Evidently Otto the Octopus was annoyed by the fluorescent lighting above his tank.  The aquarium workers couldn’t figure out why the light kept going out.  Turns out Otto was bored during the off season, and had been using the bars as a jungle gym of sorts to hoist himself up and then shoot a jet of water at the light to make it short circuit.  This is, of course, after he had learned how to juggle hermit crabs to keep himself entertained.  That’s something I’d love to see in person.  Besides, squid doesn’t make great sushi.  Calamari, on the other hand . . . .
  • A cat that was missing for thirteen years was reunited with its owners thanks to the microchip that was implanted.  Now I’m no expert on the pet-finder chip, but it seems to me that is not an acceptable turn-around time.  And here’s another thing.  THIRTEEN YEARS!  I know that cats can live for a long time, but I would think that after 13 years it’s not quite the same cat.  Totally different animal!
  • Here’s a candidate for the stupidest 911 caller of the year.  A man reported a burglary in his own home. Upon arrival, the police noticed that there was something lying in plain view in the bedroom–a pot pipe.  Oh yeah, and ‘herbal accessories’ were in the living room.  Not only was the guy burgled, he was also arrested himself.
  • I realize that the economy currently means times are tough.  However, stealing communion wafers is a bit much for me.  And injuring an 82 and 61 year old, in my opinion, means that he should have to say quite a few Hail Marys.
  • Simultaneously, there is sometimes a point where your job can interfere with your personal life–like with this man, who arrested 48 of his relatives.  Talk about having issues at a family reunion!  I don’t know what their crimes were: minor, major, indiscreet, public drunkenness, who knows.  Still, that’s pretty drastic to send four dozen relatives to the clink at once.  Other family members were also upset: “The policeman’s sense of duty had inflamed his relatives, some of whom had taken turns threatening his parents, and had ‘even secretly cut off the tails and slashed the legs of their cows,’ the report said.”
  • (And this will be my only political one, I promise) VP elect Joe Biden has called Dick Chaney “the most dangerous vice president we’ve had probably in American history”.  Poor syntax aside, well, hee!  Cracked me up.  Interesting article about how he wants to make sure he has an active role in the administration, continuing the tradition of the last two VPs by keeping weekly meetings with POTUS to make sure that he is in the loop.  But he called Chaney out!  What a riot.  I’m anxious to see how he performs.

That’s all for tonight, stay tuned for tomorrow where there will be no more than one political posting and who knows–there might be an addition to the family!

Why does an hour in the morning equal three in the evening?

Yes, I am working now.  Yay me.  Not a great job, but I can put food on the table, etc.  I get up, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner (when it’s not too late), go to bed.

Here is what I don’t understand.  I have to leave the house an hour earlier than I used to.  So therefore I have to get up 90 minutes earlier in the morning (I am not a morning person).  I work the same amount of time I used to (roughly 9.5 hours including lunch) and then come home.  Yet I am getting home at least 30 minutes later than I used to thanks to the commute.  So on a good night I’m home by 7, bad night I’m home by 730.

And then it takes every fiber of my being to not fall asleep on the couch by 9pm.

I don’t get it.  I used to work THREE JOBS, or better yet–one full time, one part time, and was a full time grad student!  I used to kid that I did nothing but sleep for the first six weeks after I graduated, and that’s not that untrue, but today? tonight?

I’m sorry, but I cannot for the life of me get any energy to do anything.  My house is suffering.  My projects are suffering.  My sanity is suffering.

I used to stay up until 12 with no problem, now I try to make it to 9 but try to crash before the inevitable ‘second wind’ that hits between 11 and midnight that keeps me up until 2.

Maybe there was something to be said for unemployment after all.

So my hour (90 minutes) earlier in the morning translates into at least three hours of lost productivity at night.  Where am I supposed to make this difference up?  I start mandatory Saturday hours in a week, so there goes the weekend.  And then, after the holidays, how on earth am I supposed to concentrate on finding a new job when I can’t even stay awake for the one I have right now!!!

It’s a conundrum.

Thoughts on this election day

I have already expressed my opinion of people that don’t vote.  (I think that it is stupid, and you have no right to complain about your country or the politics if you don’t vote.)  However here are two things regarding the candidates/campaign that cracked me up today:

Paula Poundstone, on the NPR Quiz Show Wait, Wait . . . Don’t Tell Me! on the topic of the  $150,000 clothing expenditures by John McCain’s campaign for Sarah Palin (I’m paraphrasing here): From the day that she was announced as the candidate to the day that elections are held, November 4, 2008, is less than 150 days.  Anyone that needs more than $1000/day as a clothing budget obviously has some very expensive clothing tastes!

From the Waiter over at Waiterrant, and my apologies as I am copying word for word here because he expresses this so very very well:

Vote. I don’t care who you vote for. Just vote.

Americans have suffered lynching and torture so we can vote.  Americans have faced down fire hoses and dogs, been bombed, murdered, and maimed so we can vote. Americans have labored in unpaid obscurity and have been ridiculed and ostracized so we can vote. Americans have gone to prison so we could vote. Americans have had their reputations ruined so we could vote. American servicemen and women have returned home with grievous wounds and psychological scars so we can vote. Americans have fought and died so we can vote.

It doesn’t matter if the lines at the voting booth are long or we think we don’t have enough time to cast a ballot. We have time. Countless unsung heroes made the time for us.