grinch me, i must be dreaming. or having a nightmare. or hallucinating. or something.

wwyaep

and here we have a sense for the contours of the place where my cogship in retail planning finds me vis a vis my outlook on the impending season.

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About dave bois

Freelance writer with a strong pull towards environmental matters (water issues especially) that remains fueled by my study of and early-career practice in geology and hydrology. Music, food, dogs, current/political events, and visual arts combine to command much of the portion of attention not ceded to ecological concerns. Also Monty Python. I've sold a few pieces of original art and have made cab fare home playing saxophone. Native Mainah

4 thoughts on “grinch me, i must be dreaming. or having a nightmare. or hallucinating. or something.

  1. The following may or may not interest/amuse you.

    First, I recall with cynical glee a Polaroid commercial of some years back that featured a rather misanthropic, hobby horse-brandishing elf exclaiming “horse ’em” and later “another horse?” whenever Santa puzzled over some indecipherable wish list request. A little Google-ing turned up the following tidbit:

    * A note to the curious. The phrase “horse ’em” comes
    * from an American television commercial in which Santa
    * Claus is trying to determine what toys particular children
    * should get. If a child wasn’t sufficiently precise in
    * his or her description of a desired toy, an evil
    * elf would hold out a boring rocking horse and suggest
    * in a malevolent manner that Santa “horse ’em.”
    * The phrase thus suggests the provision of a satisfactory
    * but non-optimal or unexciting solution to a problem.

    (Apparently “horse ’em” has become part of the vernacular. Perhaps it might also become a useful-if-decidedly-unhelpful addition to the retail lexicon as well?)

    On an unrelated post-election note, I’ve seen reports that the Obamas may be looking to adopt a rescue dog for the kids, although I think it’s a pretty safe bet that they probably won’t start here.

    Happy Holidays.

  2. oh, yes–that “horse ’em” spot was a stroke of genius. tear-inducingly funny.

    re: obama family dog…the link you provided is not what i expected, but still pretty compelling stuff. i was certain you were to have pointed to something that would yield at least indirect reference to a very cantankerous barney (first cur).

    and along those lines, if you have not wandered over to the rude pundit to see his first-person-narrative as barney posted today, it’s pure gold (although, again, i feel compelled to warn any who are unfamiliar with the rude one that his content runs, oh, shall we say, a little blue).

  3. Oh yes, I had seen the Rude Pundit’s latest installment re: Barney. It was truly horrible, yet weepingly funny — feeding rituals, Cheney kickings, the whole bit. Apparently according to RP, coked up, ill-fed, PTSD Scottish terriers are not to be trifled with.

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