It’s alive! It’s alive! It’s aliiiiive!
Once again Zombie Mad Dog Media (Hosted WordPress Edition) walks the earth in search of fresh brains.
The shamans of Waxedstringandacanistan resurrected the evil dead sometime on Thanksgiving Day, while Herself and I were in Fort Collins eating a defunct bird and related items with my sister, her husband and his brother. I should probably sacrifice a laptop to the XHTML gods to show my gratitude.
The drive home was the real party, as the first actual wintry weather we’ve seen so far swept in and glazed Interstate 25 like a cop’s doughnut. We were in second gear for most of the way from Larkspur to Bibleburg, but oddly enough saw only one leadfoot knucklehead backasswards in the ditch, at the south entrance to the Air Force Academy. Last year, in dry conditions, we saw a half-dozen or so.
The local nitwits are making up for lost time today, though, bashing into one another with a will as they race from mall to mall hunting Black Friday bargains. And in New York, one poor bastard, a Wal-Mart temp, got stomped to death by an unruly mob of cheapskates who broke down the doors and piled into the store, devil take the hindmost. Reports The New York Times:
People did not stop to help the employee as he lay on the ground, and they pushed against other Wal-Mart workers who were trying to aid Mr. Damour. The crowd kept running into the store even after the police arrived, jostling and pushing officers who were trying to perform CPR, the police said.
“They were like a stampede,” said Nassau Det. Lt. Michael Fleming. “Hundreds of people walked past him, over him or around him.”
Now that’s what I call a “door-buster.” The coppers should confiscate every single one of these yahoos’ credit cards, take the maximum cash advance from each, and hand the whole pile over to this poor sod’s survivors. I wouldn’t walk into a big-box store today if they were giving away eternal life with the Victoria’s Secret angels in a giant snow globe full of cocaine.
More holiday-shopping news:
Late update: OK, I confess, I surrendered to the siren song of consumerism, went out and bought … $125 worth of various groceries that over the next week will be magically transformed into chicken stew Provençal, chicken quesadillas, breaded pork chops with brown rice and braised kale, spaghetti alla puttanesca with Brussels sprouts, and black bean vegetable soup, along with various salads, breakfasts and lunches, the latter to be composed mostly of leftover dinners. Also a couple moderately priced bottles of Frog tonsil polish. And I didn’t have to trample anyone to get ‘em, either.