Winging along at an altitude somewhere between the Bluebird of Happiness and the Chicken of Depression... random esoterica from writer Chad Love celebrating the joys of fishing, hunting, books, guns, gundogs, music, literature, travel, lonely places, wildness, history, art, misanthropy, scotch and the never-ending absurdity of life.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tis the season indeed...
Yesterday I received the first (of many, I'm sure) Black Friday e-mail ad of the season. This morning, while perusing Boingboing I spilled coffee all over myself laughing when I came across this Black Friday "coupon."
Think I'm going to try to redeem it at the nearest Cabela's. Hey man, half-off is half-off and I don't care who you gotta worship to get it...For someone in my income bracket, "half-price" is like the singing of the angels, or Pan, or whatever spectral vision, idol, flying spaghetti monster or cloven-hooved deity you may follow.
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