There's something I need to get off my chest, and no it's not David. It's my utter disdain for the Holiday shopping season. Part of the problem I have with this time of season is the fact that I never, ever seem to start my shopping until December, no matter what good intentions I have all Fall. As of now, I'm trying to beat the Super Shipping ship by Dec. 24th deadline on Amazon, at this point there are two days left, and trying to squeeze in all of my other online orders using standard shipping. Why in the hell would I want to pay $16 for expedited shipping on an $8 candle from Yankee Candle? The expedited shipping alone costs the same as two gifts. Not that I'm cheap, I'm just trying to reap what's left after getting royally screwed in a Ponzi scheme, but that's a whole 'nother entry. Hey, $10 is $10, am I right?
Another thing about the Holiday season that ruffles my ass feathers is the fact that some folks think it's okay to not have jam sessions for three weeks! Just as I'm really getting into this whole Saturday night 4-hour jam, we're taking a 3 week break! What the hell??? Are they going to Australia for the rest of the year? Well, guess this means the only G-strings I'll be breaking will have lace. There is a silver lining though. I joined a bunch of other Meetup groups, and one meets this Thursday in Forest Hills, Queens...only 15 minutes away. Don't get me wrong, I love my Manhattan meetups, but the drive and parking is a bitch.
It snowed today, so it looks like it's going to be a White Christmas after all. It's not quite sticking, only on the grass and on cars does any evidence remain. Since it snowed we used this as an excuse to go to the mall, because we thought people would be discouraged from shopping in the sloppy weather. We were wrong, but it wasn't so bad. Nobody was killed or injured, but I did throw some wicked stares at passers-by.
I hear some Cheez Doodles calling my name, so I'm off. Happy Holiday Shopping to all, and to all a Good Night!
Ciao my gentle snowflakes!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Should People With Boring Lives Blog?
Last night I realized I am boring. Well, my life isn't totally boring, but it's not especially exciting. It's not that I'm in a rut, I guess it's just that I'm in-between things right now and the holidays are putting a damper on getting my act together. Today's big news is Lewis Black pre-sale tickets for the Borgata went on sale this afternoon, and of course I did not see the email until this evening. Crappy seats anyone? Guess I'll have to pull some strings at the Borgata.
Should people with boring lives blog? Sure, boring people litter the reality television landscape, but at least there's no work involved in the onlooker's case. But reading a blog that's not chocked full of fun and adventure can be time consuming for the reader. Who wants to write the blog where the reader, upon finishing, thinks "I'll never get those ___ minutes back!". It's almost as bad as paying $12 for a lousy movie. Who knows, maybe I will look at this blog one day and realize that I need to get out there and do more to enhance my existence, for the sake of my readers. You will be the catalyst for my life having meaning. You should be proud of yourselves.
Then again, maybe I'm forgetting all the fun stuff. I have been doing that a lot recently, forgetting things. Maybe it's a sign of age, or maybe it's a sign of winter's discontent, but whatever the case is, I will try to do better. Not for myself, but for You. You are why I am here. The days of hanging out with rock bands, making out with bassists in Tony Roma's, sneaking backstage at the Aerosmith/Metallica show in Woodstock '94, chatting with Joey Ramone about the quality of Irving Plaza, those days will be revisited. Although I'm now too old to get myself into all kinds of trouble, trouble I will seek. 2009 and Bad Gal Byron is baaaaaack, bitches!
But I digress. Just because now I am able to afford bail, does not mean I'm willing to pay bail. Sooooo, come hell or high water I will try to make my blogs more interesting, within the context of the law.
Damn, I can't believe I said that. Sigh!
Ciao for now!
Should people with boring lives blog? Sure, boring people litter the reality television landscape, but at least there's no work involved in the onlooker's case. But reading a blog that's not chocked full of fun and adventure can be time consuming for the reader. Who wants to write the blog where the reader, upon finishing, thinks "I'll never get those ___ minutes back!". It's almost as bad as paying $12 for a lousy movie. Who knows, maybe I will look at this blog one day and realize that I need to get out there and do more to enhance my existence, for the sake of my readers. You will be the catalyst for my life having meaning. You should be proud of yourselves.
Then again, maybe I'm forgetting all the fun stuff. I have been doing that a lot recently, forgetting things. Maybe it's a sign of age, or maybe it's a sign of winter's discontent, but whatever the case is, I will try to do better. Not for myself, but for You. You are why I am here. The days of hanging out with rock bands, making out with bassists in Tony Roma's, sneaking backstage at the Aerosmith/Metallica show in Woodstock '94, chatting with Joey Ramone about the quality of Irving Plaza, those days will be revisited. Although I'm now too old to get myself into all kinds of trouble, trouble I will seek. 2009 and Bad Gal Byron is baaaaaack, bitches!
But I digress. Just because now I am able to afford bail, does not mean I'm willing to pay bail. Sooooo, come hell or high water I will try to make my blogs more interesting, within the context of the law.
Damn, I can't believe I said that. Sigh!
Ciao for now!
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