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Paint it Black.
Nov. 28th, 2014 01:14 pmI ran five different errands this morning, only one of which involved shopping for anything- and that was at the Wegmans closest to UB, where all the students are away for the weekend and the store was relatively dead. (Eleanor just called- her store's pretty quiet, too.) I never got within a block of any of the conspicuous consumption going on today, driving over Transit Road on an overpass and detouring through back streets to stay away from the Amherst Walmart.
Sadly, a taste of the wretched excess came passing by me in my travels. On my way to Errand #1, I passed a pickup truck, which had its bed completely consumed by a box labeled with two of the biggest brands of useless avarice known to humankind: BARBIE ESCALADE.
That's right. Somebody stayed in line, possibly all night, to get a Doorbuster deal on this:
Because what conveys the true meaning of Christmas than a pink pimpmobile that costs almost twice a monthly payment on our REAL electric car? I'd try to ask Barbie if it's at least energy efficient, but she'd probably just tell me that "math class is tough!" and pass it on to her coder friends Steven and Brian.
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One of those errands was to pick up the final DVD of Elementary series one. This seemed a good idea now that Netflix has been bombing us with the Series 2 disks which have recently come out. I'd finished most of the first season earlier, after my ill-advised boycott of the adaptation finally fell, and Emily informs me that the final eps of S1 are quite intriguing.
No shit, Sherlock;)
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Finally, apropos of Ferguson, the New Yorker nailed the present condition of "post-racial" America without saying a printed word:
Maybe someday, Barbie can bring both sides together and paint them pink- once she gets her friends Sherwin and William to do the actual painting....
Sadly, a taste of the wretched excess came passing by me in my travels. On my way to Errand #1, I passed a pickup truck, which had its bed completely consumed by a box labeled with two of the biggest brands of useless avarice known to humankind: BARBIE ESCALADE.
That's right. Somebody stayed in line, possibly all night, to get a Doorbuster deal on this:
Because what conveys the true meaning of Christmas than a pink pimpmobile that costs almost twice a monthly payment on our REAL electric car? I'd try to ask Barbie if it's at least energy efficient, but she'd probably just tell me that "math class is tough!" and pass it on to her coder friends Steven and Brian.
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One of those errands was to pick up the final DVD of Elementary series one. This seemed a good idea now that Netflix has been bombing us with the Series 2 disks which have recently come out. I'd finished most of the first season earlier, after my ill-advised boycott of the adaptation finally fell, and Emily informs me that the final eps of S1 are quite intriguing.
No shit, Sherlock;)
----
Finally, apropos of Ferguson, the New Yorker nailed the present condition of "post-racial" America without saying a printed word:
Maybe someday, Barbie can bring both sides together and paint them pink- once she gets her friends Sherwin and William to do the actual painting....