February 11th, 2005


Pre-Valentine's day bile

I'm really starting to loathe jewelers, or at least their ads. Especially the diamond sellers, who are implying with their ads that every woman is a feckless whore whose affections can be bought with a new pair of earrings or a necklace...so long as it has a healthy helping of their ultra-pressurized carbon lumps. And if every woman's a whore, what does that make every man who buys their product?


Damn, 62 registrations in the box today, including a couple of groups...a lot of supporting memberships, too, which I haven't seen before. Also, I note that we must be providing somebody an educational experience, since we got our second check from a school district, also attached to a group membership. This puts us over 750 pre-registration, plus a couple more that came through PayPal. Like the registration gals, I'm increasingly doubtful that we'll hit the 2500 mark this year, but the chances of a significant bump up from last year are very good. I don't claim to have memorized the entire member list from last year, but a lot of the names and addresses look new to me and don't appear to have been on the list of walk-ups to which we mailed reminder flyers.

I meant to get up early today and prepare CDs for mailing, but it didn't work out. Instead, I rolled over and reset my alarm to get another 45 minutes of sleep, and felt much better when I finally got up. Had a minimal breakfast of coffee and an English muffin while scanning the Bleat and other morning blogs, which meant by the time I went to get the mail at 1030 I was pretty hungry. I can report that the Subway salmon sub is pretty tasty, especially with pepper jack cheese melted on it. Mmm, cheese.