We finally made it. Summer is officially over. Once again, humanity has survived Mother Nature’s cunning plan to kill us all with soul- searing heat, mind-poaching humidity and the choking smoke of a billion barbeques. Pat yourself on the back, folks. But don’t get complacent ’cause it ain’t over yet. Believe it or not, there are people in this world who love summer and lament its passing. Yes, I know: it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Unfortunately, these folks just don’t know how to act once the temperature drops below broil. Personally, I tolerate these misguided creatures, but many people don’t. So, as the sun slowly fades south, if you’re still wearing flip-flops, here are a few helpful hints so that we can all live together in harmony this autumn.
If you insist on playing Christmas music before October 31st, you can be legally killed and your rotting corpse used as a Hallowe’en display.
Hallowe’en is a children’s holiday. It’s not a Skank-a-thon. Control yourself!
Pumpkin Spice is one of the biggest scams since Hallmark came out with Hallowe’en cards. It isn’t even a real spice! So, saying you’ve been waiting all year for it is like saying you’ve been waiting for Bernie Madoff to take your money. And BTW, Pumpkin Spice potatoes, salmon and asparagus are all bullshit!
Parents, we understand you’re overjoyed that your kids aren’t hanging around the house anymore. But, folks! You’re only driving them to school; you’re not in a race to get them the last seat on the Mars Rover!
Guys, put away the short pants. You look ridiculous. You’re a grown man, for God’s sake!
Likewise, women: a long woolen Harry Potter scarf with a pleated micro mini isn’t fashion: it’s a open invitation to pneumonia.
And if you’re too stupid to wear enough clothes when it’s cold, you deserve to get sick — so quit bitchin’ about it.
Also, Germbags! If you’re sniffling, sneezing, wheezing or coughing up a lung, stay away from public transportation. That includes taxis and airplanes. (What is it with sick people? Why do they all have this uncontrollable urge to travel?)
And a couple more words of caution — so you don’t become so annoying that regular people finally just snap and slap the crap outta ya:
It’s not necessary to announce that there are only X number of days left until Christmas — every half hour.
And, no,– I have no idea what I’m going to do for Hallowe’en. Quit asking!
Summer isn’t over yet, but it’s so close I can smell the leaves thinking about dropping off the trees. Yahoo! So, it’s time to get serious again ’cause serious is the new sexy. (Well — not really — but smart guys can dream.) Anyway, sexy is that elusive quality that some people have and most people want. Personally, I think it’s hidden away in our DNA somewhere, just screaming to get out. Unfortunately, most of us are kinda deaf. Fortunately, though, after years of research, I’ve come up with a few clothing ideas guaranteed to transform the inner dork we all possess into the sensual creature we all want to be. So forget leather and lace, folks: here’s what you need to look sexy — and if ya look sexy, you’re gonna feel sexy — and if ya feel sexy, trust me, that’s all ya need.
Taylor Swift has a new album out. Coincidentally (nudge/nudge wink/wink) she launched it right after a boatload of media attention over a lawsuit she had against some guy who allegedly grabbed her ass four years ago. According to the evidence, a DJ in Denver decided it was open season on one of the most famous bums on the planet, and as the cameras rolled, he copped a feel. You can’t actually see him do it, but Swift maintains he did. For my money, given Swift’s reputation for musical revenge, that was a pretty stupid move. In fact, if he actually did it, this guy’s got to be the dumbest dumbass of the century! Of course, if he didn’t do it — well — nobody really cares about that because Swift was always going to win the lawsuit anyway. Why? Because Taylor Swift; that’s why! Think about it. Any ruling against Ms. Swift’s allegations would have unleashed a Social Media tsunami. The Internet mob would have risen up in holy indignation and dragged the judge through the cyberstreets by his cojones. The members of the jury would have been hunted down and put to the lash. Jobs would have been lost and reputations ruined. (We’ve seen it before.) Honestly, death threats would have been the least of that jury’s worries. Fortunately, none of that happened. What happened was the judge and jury made the judicious decision, dodged a digital bullet and walked away. Team Taylor generated a pile of free publicity and put their client back on the celebrity A-list. Taylor Swift became the reigning queen of Tweenie Girl Power. The DJ from Denver slithered away into the ooze of obscurity from which he came. And — oh, yeah: Ms. Swift is about to haul in a shedload of cash from her latest kiss-and-yell musical adventure.