Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Irony

Ask and you shall receive... or something like that. At any rate, a spam whose sender is quite certain she finds me attractive included the following attempt to throw off the spam filters: CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This e-mail/fax and its attachments may contain PRIVILEGED and CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION and/or PROTECTED PATIENT HEALTH INFORMATION intended solely for the use of Saint Vincent Catholic Medical Centers of New York (SVCMC) and the recipient(s) named above.

I assure you, the message contained nothing in the way of patient information (other than that "Becky" knows "for sure that i find your completely attractive," despite never having seen me--this must be some sort of disorder). The real humor in it is that it's allegedly from a Catholic organization. It reminds me of the building in downtown Providence, a Church House Built By The Glory Of God according to the inscription on the front. The building, naturally, houses a "gentlemen's club."

I'm going to buck the trend and say nothing about the election.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Season Treason

...I knew I would love that phrase the moment I saw it.

So, it's two days after Halloween, and the holiday bombardment has begun. Yesterday evening's TV viewing was an explosion of Christmas-themed advertising--one senses the excitement of the retailers knowing that Halloween was finally over and they could release commercial after commercial after commercial overflowing with holiday cheer. That said, I have already had my fill of Brian the Big Lots Spokeself, and if those commercials are going to be crammed down my throat from now until Thanksgiving (when the voting for Big Lots Spokeself will, mercifully, conclude), I'm going to be precious short on Christmas cheer.

Don't get me wrong. I like Christmas as much as anyone. Really. I like the food, I like the carols, I like the family gatherings, the tree... but not until after Thanksgiving. Just as some people prefer that the food on their plates not touch, I prefer not to mix my holidays.

Of course, I am well aware that I'm fighting a losing battle. Still... wouldn't it be nice to reserve Christmas for, say, December?