The whole QVC business model astounds me. It’s amazing that you can get these loyal people to call in to a show selling extra large floral print rayon stretch pants at 12:30 on a Saturday afternoon.
I mean, yeah, there are people out there that demand a sundry list of goods and servies. But, when I see a really nice power supply on Newegg, do I call them and tell them I like it? Isn’t paying for it enough?
Is it that shopping for women is a community activity, so home-shopping requires a social overlay?
I’m sitting in an accounting class right now, and we’re using a wooden skewer to estimate a best-fit linear regression. I think I’m going to gouge my eyes out now, so if I keep typing and the letters are all wrong, I’ve probably just moved off of home row without knowing it.
I’m racking my brain, sorting through my archived set of James Taylor lyrics, for an appropriate song.
How about from the Apple Records album (Self Titled):
I’m just knocking ‘round the zoo On a Thursday afternoon I said there’s bars on all the windows And they’re counting up the spoons, babe And if I’m feeling edgy, There’s a chick who’s paid to be my slave, yeah, Watch out James. But she’ll hit me with a needle If she thinks I’m trying to misbehave, yeah.
I need a word. A made up word would be fine. I need this word because phrases like “distinctly boring” and “profoundly pointless” are becoming tired to me. I need a one-word option to replace both of these concepts and embody them in one, catchy, easy phrase. Steve’s “fagtastic” comes to mind, as a related option, but it doesn’t quite capture the essence of the situation.
