Thanksgiving and a Rant
Hi all,
Yet another Thanksgiving eddies past... Hope all is well...
Onward.
Of late we've been pretty serious here... Let's see if we can't get back to the backyard birds, if just for a moment. The wife snapped the following shot of aRed-headed
Woodpecker Downy Woodpecker, (see "P.S." below)... Certainly nothing grand, but still fun.
Obviously, the little beggar is feasting on suet. And that offers the perfect introduction into a less-than-perfect subject... (So much for our "backyard bird" moment.)
The bottom line is that with the passing of Thanksgiving, we're entering into two seasons: Winter and "The Rabid Commercialization Season". And in conjunction with that, the boss has asked me to mention a sale without ramming "Buy! Buy! Buy!" down your throat.
Alrighty then... Here we go! This is my version of a non-pushy reminder that it is "'Tis the season"... We have a 17% off sale on selected suet. (See: Fall 2007 Suet Cake Sale and use the promo code “greatcake15†(without the quotes) should you be interested.)
That's it - my version of a non-pushy ad. If you detect an acerbic note here, you're spot-on correct. I think the boss has it just right. (Brace yourself for some serious ranting.) Madison Avenue has long since overwhelmed us with commercials that warn of the perils should we not buy a certain product. It's a pretty safe bet to say that we're all sick and tired of advertisements that imply that if you don't buy the latest merchandise, your dog will shun you, your partner will stop loving you, and the world will spin off its axis and explode. My old high school teacher David A. used to talk about this subject at length. He claimed that the best Christmas he ever had was when he and his new bride were in college. They were living in a trailer, and barely had enough money for food, let alone a tree or expensive gifts. So what they did was popped some popcorn, threaded it, and strung it on a little scrub pine outside their bivouac. They also restricted each other to a max of $5 for gifts. Even back in the 1960s, $5 didn't buy the world, so they had to be really thoughtful about what they bought. David said that by far and away that was the most meaningful holiday of his life.
Nowadays, the "one-eyed living room brain bandit" would have you believe that if you don't buy at least one $40,000 car and stick a bow on it, you're a lout. Grrr... Grumble, grumble, grumble...
See you by those cheep feeders,
CapeCodAlan
P.S. Thanks to Joanne for catching my blunder! That is a Downy and obviously not a Red-headed...
Yet another Thanksgiving eddies past... Hope all is well...
Onward.
Of late we've been pretty serious here... Let's see if we can't get back to the backyard birds, if just for a moment. The wife snapped the following shot of a
Obviously, the little beggar is feasting on suet. And that offers the perfect introduction into a less-than-perfect subject... (So much for our "backyard bird" moment.)
The bottom line is that with the passing of Thanksgiving, we're entering into two seasons: Winter and "The Rabid Commercialization Season". And in conjunction with that, the boss has asked me to mention a sale without ramming "Buy! Buy! Buy!" down your throat.
Alrighty then... Here we go! This is my version of a non-pushy reminder that it is "'Tis the season"... We have a 17% off sale on selected suet. (See: Fall 2007 Suet Cake Sale and use the promo code “greatcake15†(without the quotes) should you be interested.)
That's it - my version of a non-pushy ad. If you detect an acerbic note here, you're spot-on correct. I think the boss has it just right. (Brace yourself for some serious ranting.) Madison Avenue has long since overwhelmed us with commercials that warn of the perils should we not buy a certain product. It's a pretty safe bet to say that we're all sick and tired of advertisements that imply that if you don't buy the latest merchandise, your dog will shun you, your partner will stop loving you, and the world will spin off its axis and explode. My old high school teacher David A. used to talk about this subject at length. He claimed that the best Christmas he ever had was when he and his new bride were in college. They were living in a trailer, and barely had enough money for food, let alone a tree or expensive gifts. So what they did was popped some popcorn, threaded it, and strung it on a little scrub pine outside their bivouac. They also restricted each other to a max of $5 for gifts. Even back in the 1960s, $5 didn't buy the world, so they had to be really thoughtful about what they bought. David said that by far and away that was the most meaningful holiday of his life.
Nowadays, the "one-eyed living room brain bandit" would have you believe that if you don't buy at least one $40,000 car and stick a bow on it, you're a lout. Grrr... Grumble, grumble, grumble...
See you by those cheep feeders,
CapeCodAlan
P.S. Thanks to Joanne for catching my blunder! That is a Downy and obviously not a Red-headed...
