Friday, 8-15-08

Welcome to Friday, everyone! Another fruitful and satisfying week gone by, huh?

So what was on the iPod this morning?
Dirty Harry by Gorillaz
Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash
Never Been to Spain by Three Dog Night
Cure for Pain by Morphine
Shake Your Rump by Beastie Boys
Hollywood Swinging by Kool & The Gang
Honeybear by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Yeah, I was the one on the bus this morning with a big grin on my face.

New site this week? http://graphjam.com/. Graphjam! Pop culture for people in cubicles. Whoever is putting this together? Very funny.

You know, every now and then, in a vaguely cyclical rhythm I’ve not fully charted, the urge to purchase comes over me. Do you know the feeling? All of a sudden, the thought of acquiring something is all I can think about, something new to me, something I don’t currently have but have wanted…

I’m sorry, I drifted off there. Where was I?

Oh, yes. Acquisitions.

Where does this come from? Is it being female, the ol’ hunter-gatherer aspect? Do men go through this? Should I be somewhere in the woods digging up roots with a pointy wooden stick and searching low bushes for berries? Will that satisfy my urge for pretty shoes and polka dots or will it just make me mad?

Or is it from being a U.S. citizen/capitalist? Have the commercials finally sunk deep enough into my brain that I am driven to spend? Have I been fed subliminal messages like in that weird science fiction story we read in high school, the one where the TV muttered at low decibel levels continually: “New car now. You want a new car now. New car now! New car now!”

Surely I’m not the only one with this problem.

You know, it doesn’t even have to be purchased in a store. I’m not insistent that whatever I purchase still have the tags on it. A consignment store works. A garage sale would be fine. For cryin’ out loud, sell me your lunch leftovers! Just let me buy something!

You know, it occurs to me that maybe it’s just a reaction to stress. Seems I’ve been working day and night lately outside of the home, and the house is now a filthy disaster. No food, the floors are sticky, and we’re gonna be wearing our bathing suits for underwear if I don’t get to the laundry soon.

And there’s my answer. I need to run away from my problems! Ha Ha!

Congratulations on making it through another work week, everyone. I’ll see you at the garage sales!