Showing posts with label Where are my razor blades?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Where are my razor blades?. Show all posts

Thursday, October 09, 2008

This Week in Hockey

This just in from the CBC:
U.S. vice-presidential nominee and self-proclaimed hockey mom Sarah Palin will take centre stage at centre ice on Saturday night.
Palin, the governor of Alaska and John McCain's Republican running mate, agreed Wednesday to drop the ceremonial first puck at the Wachovia Center, where the Philadelphia Flyers host the New York Rangers in Saturday's season opener...
[...]
Palin will be joined at centre ice by the winner of the team's "Ultimate Hockey Mom" promotion.
Every hockey mom entering the contest received a free Puck-er Peach lipstick ...

Hmm... hockey... Palin... Wachovia... Philadelphia... New York... hockey mom... lipstick...

Coincidence? I leave it for you to decide, dear readers... And leave you with this gentle reminder:
You know, just because the thing I saw wasn't there doesn't mean there wasn't something there that I didn't see.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

The Never-Ending Nightmare

Somebody, somewhere, has probably had the same thought, but it occurred to me today that fixed-date elections are to campaigning what Christmas is to advertising. Given enough time, election campaigning and Christmas advertising will transcend their "seasons" and become perpetual events. What a fucking depressing thought.