OK, so we finally surrendered to the Dark Side, taking a huge gulp of the Konsumerist Kool-Aid intoxicating millions of our fellow citizens as chronicled by The New York Times and The Washington Post.
Californian Derrick Love was clearly under the influence of something. He and lifelong pal David Martinez spent nearly two days camped outside an Oakland Best Buy so he could get a $600 Toshiba laptop for $349.
“We’re on a huge adventure,” Mr. Love told The Times. “One day I’m going to tell my grandkids about this, how we were the first.”
Ai, Chihuahua. If only John Steinbeck were still alive to chronicle this epic tale. Call it, “Toshiba Flat.”
Alas, we proved no more resistant to the siren song of shopping. At the crack of noon Herself and I ventured out to a local nursery, where we ordered up a Canadian red cherry tree to replace the defunct apple trees in our now-treeless back yard. In an orgy of extravagance we added a holiday wreath to the tab. Then Herself posed for a photo with a horse that someone had apparently washed and then popped into an overly hot dryer for an alarming period of time.
We overextended ourselves further by purchasing a couple sandwiches from a downtown eatery and taking them home for a gourmet lunch, after which Herself toddled off to the Humane Society to help a few fuzzy little faces find new homes for the holidays.
As for me, I Vespa’d down to the grog shop for a couple jugs of brain eraser and then spent the afternoon plinking away at the keyboard, composing a hymn to capitalism, American style. Dirty work, but someone has to do it.
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Thus far, I have successfully bought nothing today … not even booze. Which means today has been a success; because I’ve booze aplenty in the house and don’t have to do without.
Herself get prettier by the day and you only get, well, I don’t have to say it. Oh gosh, my mistake. That isn’t you standing beside her … Too much hair! 🙂
Hello from the wet Pacific Northwest!
Well I went with the father-in-law to split and load a truckload of firewood and deliver it to the wife’s great-uncle’s house so he could keep warm this winter. The poor man wept as we worked in his back yard, because a year ago he re-roofed his own house before cancer jumped all over him out of the clear blue. Some people don’t fuck with a damn thing and still get the horns. It hardly seems right…
As for purchases, leftovers from the in-laws and my own extravagances at the booze purveyors recently kept me wealthy for one more day. Thanks to your inspiration Patrick, Woody has entertained via Pandora’s free app. Still waiting to here “This Land is Your Land” though.
“Toshiba Flat” is the best thing on the Internet today!
Sounds like you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and a very ‘green’ black Friday. I love the picture of your wife with the miniature horse!
Your title made me immediately think of Holly Golightly (“Breakfast at Tiffany’s”) – not politics. Truman Capote was no John Steinbeck though he did have an eye for the outsider. Holly was a corrupted hillbilly naif. Capote’s anti-heroine soothed her ‘mean reds’ – severe anxiety and dread – with trips to the famous jewelry store.