"word vomit, no wait a minute..." blog vomit, shortly

It's been a while. Let's get to it.

1. I swear if I see another ad or commercial advertising So and So Company's "Stimulus Package" of a Sale, I might slap someone. Who writes this stuff? Whoever does is way overpaid on principle. What's that quote about a hundred monkeys banging on typewriters?

1b. I'm not a big fan of MoveOn.org, so I was a little nonplussed about receiving emails from them all the time after registering on Obama's campaign site last year. I just wanted to find out when the Birmingham event was, not get inundated with MoveOn spam every couple of hours. What I thought was unacceptable, though, was this ad that they took out a few years ago in the New York Times or whichever newspaper it was a ways back during a particularly rough patch of the war:


"Betray-us"? Really, MoveOn.org? My high school JV cheerleading squad could have come up with something more clever than that. J-V!

2. Publix Supermarkets had a coupon in the weekly coupon mailings, $5 off $30 coupon. Money. In. The. Bank. So, Sharon and I went later that evening back to the mailbox area for our apartment complex and dug through the industrial trash cans by the mailboxes that are always filled with discarded mailings/papers. Racked up a good 30 bucks in savings, provided we actually spend enough on groceries by April somethingoranother. What else do you expect young married people to do? Doesn't grow on trees, people, but it occasionally lands in your mailbox.

3. It's March, which must mean it's NCAA tournament time, which means it's that time of year again where I lose to Sharon in my bracket picks. It's uncanny how she does it. And there's no real secret-- Sharon just picks Duke every year to win. That's her strategy. I know actually very little about college basketball (or basketball in general), but I like to think that as a sports-loving male that I could at least prognosticate as well as my wife. But I also like to think wrong, as it would seem.

[Wow, I started typing up some overblown treatise on the usefulness of sport and sports in life (seemed like a pretty good segue from point #3), and it came out really incoherent and inarticulate-- but it has been something I've been thinking a lot about (grammar alert!) lately, and I will be sure to attempt another exposition here later.]

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