Go figure. I have a blog. This REALLY feels weird. Cyberspace is so infinitely beyond my comprehension. Sort of like after the stars end, what's after that???
I mean, who owns the internet? Where is Internet Headquarters? Does it have a street address?
I figured I've been responding to a couple other blogs--might as well start my own.
Is this really free? I'm thinking, "Ok, I'll get some bill in the mail for some ridiculous amount for starting this blog".
Here's a question--speaking of mail, how long will it take for the postal service to go bankrupt? Talk about losing market share--how can they compete with email? Will first class stamps go the way of gas prices? Pretty soon it'll take a buck to mail a letter. Nuts.
Ok, so now you know why my blog is called "thisandthat". I am all OVER the place.
I'd post some pictures, but the digital camera I bought a year ago is still in its box. I have this fear of new gadgets--I couldn't even get my shuffle IPOD to work . . .I returned it for a refund. How lame is that?
So Thanksgiving is over and here comes Christmas. I saw this editorial cartoon in the LA Times the morning of Black Friday. It was all about getting people to boycott the whole consumerism aspect of Christmas. Made me think. Like, really, what are we doing? Let's go deeper into debt and buy stuff for family and friends who probably either a) don't need it or b) won't use it. Don't get me wrong--I love the food, the music, the lights, etc., etc.--it's just this mostly mindless exchange of goods with people who really don't need stuff. Like my Dad. He has everything he could ever want, but, you know, there is this obligation to come up with something--because it's Christmas. Here's a thought--spread gift giving over the course of an entire year. Like, do little things for people here and there, unannounced, just because. Just a thought . . . I used to think it was sort of cheesy when I'd get a card from someone that said, "I just donated to the Wildlife Conservancy Fund in your name. Merry Christmas". Almost like they were cheating. But that type of thing is starting to make a whole lot more sense to me right now. Pick a charity and go into debt that way, you know? Anyway, maybe one year I'll join that little bandwagon, and all my friends can think I've joined the cheesy cheaters . . . .
