Showing posts with label tragedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tragedy. Show all posts
Monday, January 17, 2011
Womp womp
Now that I have had time to gather my thoughts on the Ravens loss that so so so should have been a win against the most miserable team in the NFL, my commentary can be summed up as follows:
Monday, August 2, 2010
General Sadness
I'm beginning to think that the internet is just one big, cruel joke.
Ok. Not the whole internet. Just the shopping part. Before online shopping, one could avoid the glitzy temptation of things one could not afford because one would simply go to Target rather than Bloomingdale's (I don't even know if Target was around in the olden days of no internet, but you get my point).
But times have changed. And now, with one bittersweet click of a mouse, one can be barraged with a plethora of cruelties. Cruelties so beautiful, so elegant, so perfectly matching what one was looking for, that one cannot turn away.
If one is picky (like me) one will scour for exactly what one wants. And when one finds it, one is often flung into the bowels of despair when one realizes that a simple click of the "check out button," a task menial in theory, but generally impossible according reason, is not so simple after all.
To demonstrate my point, I presented exhibit A, the tragically overpriced-priced Pottery Barn project table, that is of course the only white project table on the market.
And now dear friends, observe exhibit B:

No, in the grand scheme of things $175 isn't a fortune, but for wellies that may only be worn three times a year??
So disparaging, internet. So disparaging.
Google needs to come up with a poor-people-only-shopping search.
That is all.
Ok. Not the whole internet. Just the shopping part. Before online shopping, one could avoid the glitzy temptation of things one could not afford because one would simply go to Target rather than Bloomingdale's (I don't even know if Target was around in the olden days of no internet, but you get my point).
But times have changed. And now, with one bittersweet click of a mouse, one can be barraged with a plethora of cruelties. Cruelties so beautiful, so elegant, so perfectly matching what one was looking for, that one cannot turn away.
If one is picky (like me) one will scour for exactly what one wants. And when one finds it, one is often flung into the bowels of despair when one realizes that a simple click of the "check out button," a task menial in theory, but generally impossible according reason, is not so simple after all.
To demonstrate my point, I presented exhibit A, the tragically overpriced-priced Pottery Barn project table, that is of course the only white project table on the market.
And now dear friends, observe exhibit B:

No, in the grand scheme of things $175 isn't a fortune, but for wellies that may only be worn three times a year??
So disparaging, internet. So disparaging.
Google needs to come up with a poor-people-only-shopping search.
That is all.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Not so special.
Question.
Where can I get this

For less than this

Yes, that says "SPECIAL $949.00."
I'm sorry Pottery Barn. That price is not special. It's cruel.
Must...find...cheaper...twin.
Where can I get this

For less than this

Yes, that says "SPECIAL $949.00."
I'm sorry Pottery Barn. That price is not special. It's cruel.
Must...find...cheaper...twin.
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