Quiet recently. Is this quietness a reflection of my lifestyle? Who are we to know? Christmas is looming, and despite it being a mere six days into December I already feel like I've beaten over the head repeatedly with Santa's enormous sack (Ho Ho fucking Ho) between all the t.v ads and festive decorations. It blows my mind how much money and effort must go into marketing Christmas. It started over a month ago, the saturation, people with pound signs instead of eyes putting out useless crap for us to trade our wages for over Christmas for the sake of giving people 'gifts'. Someone has been sat in a room and actually thought "Yes! I'll make a toy raindeer that shits brown jelly beans!" and made a goddam killing off of it. And while that shitting raindeer does actually kick ass, it is merely an example. Because we don't need this kind of clutter. You want to gift someone? Buy them a book. Buy them some music. Teach someone something, help the poor, buy a homeless guy a cheeseburger or something, anything. The shit that is rattled off to us astounds me. Everything is labelled as 'ideal for Christmas'. I want to buy each one of these ideal Christmas products, give them to my friends and record their reactions on videotape so I can laugh at their disappointment again and again and again.
"Oh I wonder what it is!!!...... *gasp*........Wow!.....it's a......video of how to get fit featuring a person I rarely recognise but is famous.....*hates me a little more* thanks."
They feed it us. And we ask for seconds.
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