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January 22, 2006

Although I strongly feel the word “random” is extremely overused in most weblog contexts, I am forced to admit that it’s the best word to describe this here entry

I’ve felt too scatterbrained to update lately, but I don’t want to just leave that last entry up and continue giving you all the impression that I’m dwelling in some kind of hormonal never-never-land. I am now fully in the present, both with my Estrostep and, well, this site. And I am drinking Three Buck Chuck to wind down after a busy weekend of cooking, cleaning, and also, dodging huge wet blobs of snow. No, really: on Friday night a whole bunch of lovely wet snow descended and stuck to trees, lightposts, overpasses, etc., only to start falling spectacularly in big clumps on streets, cars, children, etc., as soon as the temperature rose Saturday morning. Chris and I ran errands on Saturday and got to see the transition from “Winter Wonderland” to “Slush Apocalypse” firsthand, as massive snow loogies fell all around us and other hapless pedestrians. We thought we’d be safe in the car until we reached a stop sign and dislodged a massive glacier on the roof of my car, which coursed down my windshield in much the way I imagine the melting polar ice caps are going to smear all over Canada and Siberia one day.

Someone emailed me to say they’re doing a research paper on blogs and they “need some research.” And my business address. And… that’s all they said. Could you, er, be a little more specific, Researcher Person? Or maybe you are studying my response to your very vague research request, the sending of which is part of the research process in itself? I don’t mind answering a few questions (well, maybe three), as long as one of them isn’t “What is blogging?” because, dude, we answered that already.

Also, in the past twelve hours or so I have been heralded, via email, as Starbucks Customer #469744876, Target Customer #787288174FGY, Walmart Valued Customer #70718516, Ebay Customer-836A1-836, and JCPenney Customer #975R-VBEC40. It’s true that at one time or another I have either set foot in or clicked upon all these establishments, but if I were to believe that each one dutifullly assigned me a number based on a few instances of buying coffee or Diet Coke or whatever the hell, then by extension I would also have to believe that I am walking around with a subcutaneous microchip somewhere on my person, or else a fiber optic transmitter bio-implant, or even one of those good old-fashioned Mark of The Beast UPC codes. And I’d be able to go up to ATMs and just blink at them to get money. So why would I need your silly gift cards, Starbucks and Target and Walmart?

(When I start thinking like this, it’s time for bed.)

Posted by Wendy | Sunday, 10:27 PM |  send link

Comments

Sweet dreams, Blog Writer#9754RR56KJ

Glad to know I'm not the only person who's suddenly become this fantastic valued customer of Starbucks and Wal-Mart. Mind you, it's a nice break from all the concern the spammers show for my small penis and lack of hot nasty pre-teen sluts in my daily diet, but it's still just as annoying all the same.

Can we look forward to code assignments as readers of this website?

me too.

S*$T, you caught me #34085993L798,
I am <SSS%69v7u.

Yeah, well, so maybe I'm not.
Frankly, I am de-lurking here, see this
http://fashionablechaos.com/2006/01/random-house.html
I am not even the author, I just love this blog, and have to give you the precursor for my post, however distant and threadlike.

(Originally, I got to you through unclecrappy.blogspot.com His last name is Poundy without the "y")

I read your book over Xmas. I understand the Lane Bryant "look" They're trying so hard, yes. I am in advertising, so I am down with their pursuit. (Hopefully, it all helps me out...5'9" and a size 20)

Here's to The Watchfull Ones.

HP

At one time time I was upset that I had a number at every online merchant that I ever visited. But now that I've been reclassified as lobotomized malcontent/misanthrope #2979567-b I feel as if a great weight has been lifted. I say: Stand Up! Be Counted! Then sit back down and be quiet like a good boy.

I live on Three Buck Chuck. Okay, not really, because that would probably make me an alcoholic and I'm nowhere near that stage. I just mean to say that it's nice to have a bottle of wine you can share with a loved one over dinner and not feel like you should by God be thankful for that wine because it cost three times as much as everything else on the table.

"Slush Apocalypse" - that's why I keep coming back to this blog...uh, until the coming of the actual Slush Apocalypse.

Three Buck Chuck? Did the price go up?
Over Christmas I visited family in Nebraska and saw a display of rubber duckies in the window of a Bath & Body Works store. The sign said "Two Buck Duck" which I thought was clever but poorly thought-out, since there are no Trader Joe's stores in Omaha.

Mmm...Three Buck Chuck. Good stuff. Unfortunately, your link isn't working.

Found your blog thru a recommendation from a friend that I check out candyboots. I was so horrified/delighted by the recipes that I linked to you, in the hopes of sharing the joy/terror.

Being just over the border in Wisconsin, I also got to witness the extremely heavy snow that had tree branches touching the ground, and the soggy, slushy aftermath. I'm still dealing with the mud issues. This was such an unseasonably muddy January for these parts.

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