Wow! Had this package been left unattended on my doorstep while I was at work, I think someone would have had themselves a very odd Christmas!
This season, as I battle a retail career during a commercialized recession; a midlife understanding of my mortality; and my many thanks that my little sister pulled though brain surgery (literally), I can go peacefully to my deathbed knowing full well that I still desire "things."
While one can hardly notice my set of "Horrified B-Movie Victims" propping the damn thing up, (or the grill outside the back door - this thing's HUGE!) ... or the $118.08 I paid for this "piece of plastic," it is still a week's worth of groceries, a moderate vehicle repair, or a single medical co-pay ... Am I not the only one glued to material objects?
Huddled in the corner of my self conscious, the battle for creativity is fought ultimately by reality.
Do I sell myself out for just another old man's crusade?
Or, do I surround myself with things that just make me happy?
RAWR!!!
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