You Asked For It

And by you, I mean my husband, who has been pushing me to blog, which is kind of weird since I often get the impression that he wishes I'd stop talking. Well, maybe this is just his scheme to get some quiet around here. I also hear tell that these two chicks, whom I will refer to as The Pigeon Sisters, think that the wit and wisdom of my Facebook status updates is a sign that I should blog. Well, with possibly three devoted readers, I'm rife with performance anxiety. I mean, what on earth do I have to blog about?

I've gotta say something, so let's discuss what's vexing me today: Black Friday. It is beyond me why anyone would leave the comfort of their cozy bed at an ungodly hour to push up against some schlubby masses who will then stampede into Wal-Mart in a willy-nilly fashion that ends up with some poor worker being killed. That's exactly what happened today in Long Island and I am dismayed. The Nation will be forced to devote an apocalyptic issue listing Wal-Mart's misdeeds. Keith Olbermann's probably writing a 27-minute "Special Comment" right this minute.

I blame whichever goons were so eager to get their grubby paws on Guitar Hero XXMCL that they didn't notice that they were trampling a human being. Oooh, look at me being all outraged.

The Tipping Point: Here's something much more positive: "Let's Say Thanks." The folks at Xerox have a site that allows you to send free holiday cards to the troops. I sent some cards yesterday and it made me feel good.

Uh, how long are these bloggy things supposed to be. Did I say enough to satisfy my three readers?