Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
I was conducting negotiations with “Kidzmom” about Christmas gifts and someone (no need to ponder who, too long, if you’ve been reading these pages) brought up the point that the people who produce toys seem to be hunkered down in an undeclared war with the people who produce the kids who produce the demand for those toys. This someone could not help noticing that as the grown-ups selecting the toy-gifts labored longer and harder to avoid the December 24 frowny-faces as the gifts were opened, the laboring seemed to come longer and harder still. The tech specs seemed to become more and more picky. Fine-grained. Deceptive. Failure migrated from the realm of the possible, to the likely, bordering on unavoidable. It began to feel like fighting someone.
When I was the rug-rat, it was just batteries not being included. Now it’s memory cards. And more. Packages that include these-or-those vital things, given names identical to corresponding packages that aren’t supposed to have them (even though you need them).
Most aggravating of all is the movie tie-in toy that has had the bejeezus marketed out of it, to such a degree that your adorable little yard ape, along with the others, is convinced that this is His Reason For Being. And the more you look into it, knowing your child’s personality, you know it’s going to end up at the bottom of the toy basket covered by a thick layer of dust. Even the damn thing costs four hundred bucks. When it’s all over, the parents will be blamed for Christmas becoming anti-Christian and overly-materialistic — well, yes, it is the parents’ fault. It’s the parents’ fault for being negligent. But what about those who are wilfully fooling them?
Are they really in the fun business? You know, I’m so glad it hasn’t happened around here…too often…but I think when the cherub is expecting X on Christmas Eve, and he opens the coveted present and pulls out Y instead of X — it ain’t that fun. From where arises this impressive effort to try to make it happen?
Well, Dr. Helen has found something I don’t think anybody, anywhere, is going to be expecting. And woe be unto you if it ends up in your abode.
How much must you hate the parents of the kid that you give this to? I can’t imagine how annoying and loud this thing must be. Nothing like a loud megaphone, flashing lights and a working fire hose to bring tranquility to the house.
Now, you just stop. I know what you’re thinking. And that parent, whoever she is, was not that mean to you.
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Morgan,
In light of your recent posts, consider this response to Dr. Helen’s:
“I think that the Kid Trax Red Fire Engine Electric Ride-On is the perfect gift to a child whose mother sends her husband to the doghouse for not buying her J.C. Penney jewelry.”
Great minds…
- rob | 12/06/2008 @ 15:00Heh. SN3 is too old for one of those fire engines. And that’s too bad, coz if he still was of the appropriate age I’d damned sure consider buying one, if only for the irritant value to persons unspecified.
That said… I DID buy the boy an electric ride-on kiddie mo’sickle (with training wheels!) when he was about four, which served much the same purpose, given as how it had recorded Harley sounds that played when the thing was in motion. SN3 loved the thing, TSMP not so much.
Mission Accomplished. 😉
- Buck | 12/06/2008 @ 15:35