I checked my temperature last night and it registered at 98.2º. The reason I checked was because my mom had called in order to make sure I had gone to see a doctor, which I had not. But why not see a doctor? I'm covered, says my mom; I do have insurance, I'm just reluctant to try my luc.
Mom has sent flannel sheets and is dry-cleaning a large winter coat that is to be sent later. Max received his package; a model geoduck (read
gooey-duck) along with a Hallmark card. I took a sharpie marker and blotted/crossed out all the sappy bullshit parts. I wrote my own birthday greeting on the front and inside. Why buy the card in the first place? To show I care enough to buy a card while acknowledging that the pre-packaged sentiment is ridiculous and empty.
Sick, rite?I think I'll make that a tradition of mine. I'll buy a card from Hallmark or whomever, then cross out all the stupid shit inside. Get the best of both worlds. Have cake and eat it too (because of birthdays lol).
The problem with purchasing gift cards is that the customer surrenders her/his creativity to a company who has already thought of his/her predicament. Like telling your friend or loved-one: "I followed the prompt and chose option 3. For you!"
And printing it out manually on some printer paper is just as aggravating if it's from a pre-fabricated template, or appears so. Perhaps it can be established as a general rule that manufactured sentiment is insulting, if not utterly repulsive.
Salvador Dalí is quoted as having said "
The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot."
Now there's a face you can trust.
Chatboard (1)