It’s November 12th, right? I’m not making it up?
That’s what I thought.
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th, which I’m actually pretty happy about. It would have been cooler last month, but I love it whenever it happens.
What I am not happy about…is the fact that [insert name of syndicated female DJ on the station we play in our dining room] decided that today was a good day to begin playing Christmas music.
This is why I carry the ‘Halloween is all of October’ torch with such fervor.
Nevermind the fact that the vast majority of Christmas music was written in the 1950s and just regurgitated every generation. Forget the atmosphere of aggressive corporate consumerism, the chaos of the Holiday shopping season, and the seasonal increase in gas costs.
It’s two fucking weeks before Thanksgiving. Two. Fucking. Weeks. Exactly two weeks from now motherfuckers will be fully glutted and sleeping in preparation for what Christmas is really about: Black Friday.
I sincerely doubt that the faithful are lined up 8000 deep at 5am on Black Friday professing their jubilation for the coming of Christ their savior, but motherfuckers will be trampling each other for TVs and cell phones and shit.
I guess that’s what Christmas is really about…
Can we at least get through Gluttony before we progress to Greed and Envy?
I’m just sayin…