A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Thursday, November 02, 2006
 
Hodgepodge B'godge

'Tis a day or two into November, and already I have seen 3 blatantly Commercialmas ads on television, and heard at least 1 or 2 over the radio. I shall cry now. (Is it truly sad that a commercial can break my will around this time of year?)

In other news, the weather has been what could be best described as mildly schizophrenic, alternating between a few piffly bits of snow amidst the sunshine, to an all-out and thoroughly gleeful blizzard.

That still didn't stop me from continuing my epic search for the Sesame Street: Old School DVD box set. It's been pretty much a week now since the box set was due out on the shelves, and from what Mel's told me, Gaffney has already acquired it. Yet for some silly-assed reason, every store up here in KW is lacking in its Sesame Old Schoolness. Most of the stores just don't have it in stock or even in their listing. The few stores that do have it listed as "in stock, check shelves" have also seen those DVDs mysteriously vanish from existence. I should know: I sent a poor clerk all over the store searching for a DVD the computer said they had, but reality argued otherwise.

I'm starting to think they're all hiding my Old School just for the sake of vexing me. The Evidence Mice are no doubt behind this conspiracy, and if they thing they can come between me and my latest Jim Henson fix, they are sorely mistaken.

On the plus side: oooh, happy shiny GitS: SAC 2nd Gig collector's tin....

Today's Lesson: finely tailored dress pants look great, but offer little resistance against a frigid wind. I think that last gust just took off my right testicle and sent it rolling down into the next lane--it's that bloody freezing.