We're deep in the Christmas Shopping season, at least around these parts; I don't know if anyone out there is too. This year we're having a bit of a phase change in the shopping, or at least I am, since almost everyone in the immediate family has got Amazon.com wish lists. This has its drawbacks: it's allowed my sister to ask for horse things so elaborate and horse-based that I'll never see them, or things like them, in an actual store, and I really do like having the chance to hold at least the box something comes in before I give it away. And it gives me some idea of the range of things I should get my brother-in-law; he's not nearly as outgoing or communicative as I am, if you can imagine. There's also high comedy, too, as one of my brothers has somehow created about 2,038 Amazon.com wish lists, all of them empty or nine years old, with personal descriptions like ``I hate Amazon wish lists!'' Somehow whenever he logs out of one he can't reopen it or someday delete it.
In physical stores, I wandered into the local Macy's and discovered that in The Cellar, on the top floor, they're very well-stocked with chafing dishes. Apparently Macy's thinks that everybody in the world should be giving chafing dishes to everybody else in the world. I'm a little stumped by this. The only friend or acquaintance I have whom I might give a chafing dish to is chefmongoose, and I imagine all of his chafing dish needs are well-supplied just from the overstock at work. ``Go on, take a chafing dish!'' I imagine his supervisor saying. ``We're hip-deep in them anyway! We don't even chafe food, that would be disgusting!''
I just hope Macy's isn't hoping to trigger a new chafing dish-based economic bubble. I won't be part of it anyway, but I don't want to be around when it spills.
Trivia: Male pigeons tend to live longer than females. Source: Superdove: How The Pigeon Took Manhattan ... And The World, Courtney Humphries.
Currently Reading: The Epic Of New York City: A Narrative History, Edward Robb Ellis.