A skittery, erratic attempt at a weblog. Rambles will be indulged and depths will be plumbed. Who knows what I'll come up with?
|
|
| Fragments A skittery, erratic attempt at a weblog. Rambles will be indulged and depths will be plumbed. Who knows what I'll come up with? |
|
|
|
Thursday, December 23, 2004 Weather: White! Glittery! When was the last time we had snow for Christmas? Listening to: Barenaked Ladies, "Green Christmas" -- yes, a singularly inappropriate song, but I still like it Taking a break from: wrapping presents Random Thoughts, holiday edition You blink, and it's a month later. Uncanny. That's what exams do to/for you, I suppose. I took advantage of having a credit card and did most of my Christmas shopping on amazon.ca this year. (I have to say, finding excellent gifts for your nearest and dearest at a great price while wearing fuzzy bedroom slippers does wonders for your festive spirit, particularly if you hate fighting crowds and lineups at the mall.) My gifts arrived two days after I ordered them; I opened the box and found all of my presents, just as I'd ordered them. Now, here's where it gets interesting. They were surrounded for protection by plastic bags filled with air: Fill-Air Inflatable Packaging, courtesy of -- wait for it -- the Sealed Air Corporation. This raises numerous thoughts. One, yes, there is indeed a company that makes its bread and butter by selling packaged air -- no more, no less. Two, if that WERE your line of business, wouldn't you at least TRY to come up with a name for your company that didn't make it sound like you were putting one over on your customers? (I suppose I appreciate the straightforwardness of the Sealed Air Corporation, but how good can it be for business?) Three, the plastic baggies come with advertising for the Sealed Air Corporation -- so in fact, they are selling people people air and their own publicity. DUDE. Impressive. Monday night the Barenaked Ladies were at Massey Hall and, despite the fact that I logged on to get tickets the evening of the day they went on sale, the only decent seats were singles. So, instead of forcing less-fanatic friends to pay money for crappy seats, I opted to -- *gasp* -- attend a concert solo. When I tell this to people, I'm interested to discover that this is a social situation that many fear almost as much as going stag to prom. (Well, I did that too, so maybe I'm not the best one to judge.) It really wasn't that bad. I arrived about five minutes before the lights went down, which gave me time to look around at the tasteful opulence of the old music hall. The plush seats, stained glass and gilded decor gave this concert quite a different feel from casual summer evenings at the Molson Amphitheatre or packed houses of screaming fans at the Air Canada Centre. The fact that this was half a Christmas concert (in promotion of their new Christmas album) further separated it from other concerts I've attended. Opening act: a choir of endearingly off-key junior school moppets, who performed a few Christmas and Hannukah standards with the gusto and seriousness reserved for kids between the ages of 8 and 14. They stayed on to do a couple of songs with BNL, then gave it over to the band, who performed a nice mix of seasonal songs and their crowd pleasers. Not very much that isn't on their greatst hits album; that was fine with me, though, since this is the first time I've managed to see them live in all my years of being a fan. Great stuff. I love how relaxed they are with the audience and how much cameraderie there is between the band members on stage. You'd think you were all just hanging out with them in someone's rec room. It made me go home and get out all my BNL CDs -- they've actually succeeded in pushing Tori out of my head, for a few hours at least. Tuesday I was at Julie's, where we spent a good part of the day tied up with fabric, thread, and stuffing (NOT of the savoury breadcrumb variety). Happiest Girl, merry Christmas. :) More catch-up later -- must go out for yet another holiday party now. :) enjoy the glitter of the season until I return. ~SQ posted by susan | 6:02 PM |
|
|
|
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
 |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
