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Bowing down to my head cold
Reading: The Howard Pyle Robin Hood, because I already know them all by heart which is about my speed today. I tried last week's Economist and the words just wouldn't congeal.
Hearing: The gentle whine of my tired box fan.
Waiting: Until I can take another decongestant.
Thinking: About what I can do for the rest of the day that's not sleep or cable and isn't too challenging.
Head: Still full of mucus.
(Apologies to Samantha.)
Okay, so it's 8:30 in the morning, which is at least two or three hours before I usually get on the computer, but I can't sleep anymore and it has already been determined that I'm not going to work today. So I -
(Pardon me, I just sneezed all over everything. Back in a minute.)
As I was saying, so I checked my mail and very little was there - far fewer than the usual number of messages waiting for me on an average morning. So I can only conclude that my regular correspondents don't get up at the crack of dawn either. Or maybe they do and they're just all on the West Coast.
Or maybe it's just destined to be a slow day.
This is borne out by the fact that I'm going to tell you about a few random bits of packaging that have nothing to do with anything.
Last night, on a whim, I bought a box of Sweet Crispers from Nabisco. These would be little flat square crackers, more or less the same shape as Wheat Thins, but they're sweet. Do not purchase these. Actually - they wouldn't be bad if they weren't way too sweet and they didn't have a pronounced chemical aftertaste. It's been so long since I ate Nabisco cookies, I'd forgotten what kinds of glop they stir into the batter.
I also have a label that's been up on my wall for a while now - this is the wrapper for ten quite ordinary plastic clothes hangers, but according to the text, they're Cheerful Hangers. What makes them cheerful has not yet been determined. Maybe they just like their job.
I haven't gone to the store to report on cereal-box excesses in a while - I mostly ignore the cereal row if I'm not making fun of it, since I rarely eat the stuff. I suppose I worry that if I do that, the temptation to make a continuing habit of it will resurface. Anyway, suffice to say you should go look at the cereals once in a while - it will shock and entertain you.
I don't have any other advertising news, except that I got a direct-mail piece from Merck, trying to sell me on Propecia. Since I'm not suffering hair loss and am not even in the age bracket that's the prime demographic for this stuff, I am dying to find out whose mailing list they got my name from.
Probably The Economist's. It amuses me that there are advertisers who think I'm a well-to-do financier in my late forties.
I read the book Barbie Unbound last night - it's a fairly scathing satire of Barbies and what they represent, offering ways to "update" your Barbie into more relevant social games and so forth.
I note that they have a nice long Fair Use disclaimer at the beginning to try to stave off Mattel's lawyers ... and that, among other things, they point out the dubiousness of "Baby Sister Kelly," noting that obviously she's Barbie's unwanted-teen-pregnancy child ... something I noted quite a while ago, long before this book was being written.
Actually you should go read that link, it's probably better than this snot-laden meandering. I'm going to go rest a while now.
© Columbine
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