Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Shopping Time

Well, it's Christmas shopping time. And I guess the other holidays too. Whatever.

Funny sidebar story . . .my friends and I, in high school, saw "Kwanzaa" listed on the big calendar in the front office. It's a calendar made elsewhere, obviously, because at the time Ashland was about as racially diverse as a kung fu movie. So we, educated, top of what that school had to offer academically, had never heard of this strange holiday. We wondered what it could be.

We eventually decided it was when all the Brians and Bryans of the world got together and made more Brians and Bryans. Safe to say, we knew a lot of guys with that name. It was a sacred time.

Anyway.

I love holiday shopping. I love it. I love finding the pefect gift. It has to be perfectly FOR the receiver and perfectly FROM me. Every year I try to have one out-of-the-ballpark gift. One year I got my mom a set of bagpipes. Last year I got my dad an Atari 5200 (pure awesomeness). This year . . .dunno. Lisa gave me the idea for a certificate for a personally tailored shirt at a nice Manhattan place for dad. That could be cool.

The thing I hate most is when people ask me what I want. For whatever reason, my particular brand of uberleftist Christianity gives me a huge helping of class guilt. It's not helped by the fact that I have all these darling children I teach who are among the poorest inhabitants of NY. So I have a hard time wanting things, you know? It rarely feels right. (Of course some things are always right, cough cough, Frank Quitely Marvel Family sketch, cough cough.)

So I was working on my amazon wish list and basically started adding a bunch of stuff for my class. I guess that's a good compromise.

I also hate telling people what I want because I get off on being surprised. Surprise is hot. Opening the package you know is whatever is not.

Unless it's a Frank Quitely Marvel Family sketch. Or painting.

That is perfect at any point in time.

11 Comments:

At 9:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Joe:
I'm just curious as to where you got your rape comment about Identity Crisis from and why you had to say it to annoy other board members?

 
At 10:43 PM, Blogger Joe Rice said...

Dear Anonymous,

To which rape comment are you referring? Well, I guess whichever one it is, I probably got it from the disgusting rape scene in IC #2.

As to why I "annoy other posters" with it, the board that voted a rapesploitation mini over New Frontier deserves everything it gets.

Yours with an actual name,
Joe

 
At 10:46 PM, Blogger Joe Rice said...

PS: What the hell did that have to do with holiday shopping?

 
At 10:57 PM, Blogger Ed Cunard said...

Well, it's on my list...

Oh, wait. That's canape. My "can"s and my "r"s look alike.

 
At 11:01 PM, Blogger Joe Rice said...

Your teacher should have taught you better penmanship.

 
At 11:06 PM, Blogger Ed Cunard said...

Also, how not to procrastinate. This is why I'm up "late" on a work night. I suddenly realized that, holy fuck, I have six weeks to complete my graduate application portfolio.

 
At 11:12 PM, Blogger Joe Rice said...

Pshaw! Whatever! You should spend your time criticizing me anonymously and vaguely!

 
At 11:30 PM, Blogger Ed Cunard said...

Yeah, but what fun would that be?

I make fun of you all the time anyway. It would take too much time to log out first.

Ignore the fact that I can just click on "anonymous" at the bottom of this window. It'll make more sense that way.

 
At 7:57 AM, Blogger Joe Rice said...

Consider that fact ignored!

 
At 1:40 AM, Blogger jon said...

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jon

 
At 9:23 PM, Blogger jiri said...

Hey, I have enjoyed...your blog is informative - even entertaining.

I have a halloween sites. They pretty much covers costumes and masks related stuff.

Thanks again and I'll be sure to bookmark you.

 

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