It’s beginning to look a lot like … October?

You really shouldn’t show a dog this many trees
after he’s had three cups of coffee.

Yes, that’s exactly what it appears to be: a Christmas display at the local Lowe’s, in September.

I think we all know what I want for Christmas (cough, cough, impeachment, removal, cough, cough).

But having been a very naughty boy indeed, I don’t expect to get it.

Well, I expect to get it, all right. But not that “it.”

20 thoughts on “It’s beginning to look a lot like … October?

    1. I want the job at Hershey’s unwrapping the orange candy, rewrapping it in red and green, and then a month later unwrapping those leftovers and putting them in pink wrappers.

      1. Actually I think most of these “holidays” are fake….generated by each and every industry to generate…..wait for it…. income!!

        Halloween is a great example of hijacking a neighborhood kids’ event and turning it into a $B adult extravaganza.

        Along those lines, how does one get a day declared “National XXX Day”? Self declaration? Marketing $$ that are just waiting to be “productive”? Congressional action? Other?

    1. Wow, forgot about him. Followed him back in the day. I was into Johnny Winter and Ronnie Montrose back then too… Different cuts from the same bolt of cloth.

      Now I’ve got the slide riff and “Souped up Ford” refrain running around in my head. Can’t get it out. I need the space as there ain’t much there to begin with……

      Cheers!

  1. halloween has always been my least favorite holiday. last year i went as david foster wallace and grommet. no one got it.

    1. That’s a good one; a really good one. William Wallace and Gromit would be good too.

      I’ve mentioned this before, but the best costume I ever saw was a BLT. It required five people to make it happen: two pieces of toast, plus bacon, lettuce, tomato.

      I didn’t get it at first. When I walked into the party all the components were scattered around, drinking and whatever. Then at some prearranged signal they all slammed together into the center of the room and hey presto! A BLT. Fuckin’ genius.

    1. It was close. I needed rechargeable batteries. They didn’t have any.

      This was not just a shopping trip. It was a reminder of the frustration and futility of Life Its Ownself®. The grave yawns before us, regardless of which type of battery we favor. My headstone will bear the inscription: “No Charge.” Woe, etc.

      How’s the running game up to Bibleburg?

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