Totally disjointed thoughts du jour

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There's a commercial running on one of the local radio stations that is the essence of Not Getting It this Christmas season. It's for some frou-frou hair salon/day spa in Williamsville/East Amherst/some other overpriced zip code, which essentially inteprets the coming of the Christ Child as an opportunity for blackmail. It goes something like this:

Hey guys, on Christmas morning, the last thing you want is to be confronted by an angry woman because you settled for second-best.

"Second-best," apparently, is defined as anything other than a gift certificate to this particular establishment, which exudes so much wealth and exclusivity that the excesses of it pour untreated into the Amherst sewers. Even if either of the ladies in my life were into this shit- and they're not- I would treat them to spa days at another of this station's advertisers, which proudly pushes Paris Hilton hair extensions, before giving in to this over-the-top form of extortion.

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Emily, on the other hand, "gets it" just fine. Between a generous gift from her aunt and a rebate gift-card from the purchase of her cell phone, she spent an hour at the Maul while I worked out late this afternoon. Most of her booty was for friends and family, with only a little for herself.

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Note to the audio programmers at the BAC, gleaned from my workout during her shopping trip: As much as we appreciate the upbeat, up-tempo selections on your stereo system, I'm not sure how many of us were truly inspired by your including "Baby Got Back" in the song rotation. Granted, I have bigger problems myself than "junk in the trunk," but I sympathize with the cardio slaves who might be a bit put off by that selection.

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Eleanor got pretty badly shat on by a middle-management type at her workplace, first thing this morning, on account of her being a whopping two minutes late. I instantly knew what movie should accompany dinner tonight: Repo Man, a thouroughly evil Michael Nesmith creation from the 80s which, early on, presents a similar evil middle-management type who winds up getting some serious comeuppance long before the end of the film.

It's also awesome if only for some of its memorable quotes:

Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.
Otto: You eat a lot of acid, Miller, back in the hippie days?


Debbi: Duke, let's go do some crimes.
Duke: Yeah. Let's go get sushi and not pay.

Agent Rogersz: Good evening, Otto. This is Agent Rogersz. I'm going to ask you a few questions. Since time is short and you may lie, I'm going to have to torture you. But I want you to know, it isn't personal.

It's kinda scary realizing that movies from more than 20 years ago so accurately predicted the Bush administration.

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[headbanger118.livejournal.com]

The Maul....how aptly named.

I AM into Spa treatments, so if you ever draw my name for a Christmas gift, you know what to get me!