Feed me, Seymour!

Traffic to my sites, including this blog, is way down the last couple of days. Selfish people spending time with friends and family over the holidays, instead of reading online rants and looking at pictures of paint drying? Come on, people, I’ve got an ego to feed!

Sorry. It’s the paint fumes. Which I’ve now got to get back to. But it’s going to look amazing. Also, we found our new rug for the living room, which was our Christmas present to each other. (Kids were overnighting at Grandma’s.) Last time we went to Pottery Barn, they didn’t have it; this time, they did. They keep special scents that burn the eyes near the ordering counter — I’m not sure of the reason, perhaps they just like to make customers cry. It took a while to get some help, but not long enough to make me storm out with all my money and none of my rug. Then we went out for dinner and hit the Borders, which is starting to look a little down at the heels. Wanted a copy of Pete Hamill’s “A Drinking Life,” which caused me to learn that Borders doesn’t have a biography section. They stash biographies in the subject area of the biographee. Oh, god, what a stupid system. However, I did find a deeply discounted DVD copy of one of my favorite movies of all time, They Made Me A Criminal. John Garfield, Claude Rains, and the Dead End Kids in a boxin’ pitcher! What more could you want? (Disclaimer: I didn’t say it was one of the BEST movies of all time, just that it was one of my favorites.) I fell into a swoon and proclaimed too loudly that, having found this treasure, I was spent and needed a cigarette. The 20-somethings arguing over the merits of the latest Tool offering paid me no heed.