Fred Meyer and the Holiday Creep

As I was in the local Freddy's last week, I noticed a few "Celtic" CDs. I decided to let it pass; who am I to judge on one's choice of ethnic music, and the assumption that listening to the pipes and drum is in any way associated with the celebration of St. Patrick's day is, frankly, racist. But, much to my dismay, two days before the Feast of St. Valentine, Fred has seen fit to display unambiguous EASTER BASKETS. No, photo, alas; I was without my camera. No worry, the offending display will still stand when I return, usurping two holidays and perpetuating the "hurry-up" nature of modern society.

Oh, yeah, I'm back

I was at Ross today and as I passed a green-and-white display of St. Patrick's Day candy and leprechaun-embroidered hand towels, I thought "Gee, I wish I was still writing the blog so that I could comment on my least favorite phenomenon of our consumer culture." Well, here I am, commenting on my least favorite phenomenon of our consumer culture. One holiday at a time please, people. As much as I dislike St. Valentine's Day, I want everyone to spend their hard-earned money on overpriced roses, red lingerie, and overly sweet chocolates before they turn their attentions to plastic bowler hats and green beer.

That's it. That's all the outrage I can muster for today, but the bile, she's a rising. Even though there is the promise of hope and change in the air, we still are in a war, the economy is crap, and I'm back to being single. Yep, the typing will come fast and furious in the months to come. Right after I finish watching this episode of NCIS.