Ian Anderson 7 p.m., June 27
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I say, Doctor, what say you of this Botanical Impossibility?
Super late night at work this evening. Lots of difficulties leave me very tired. Midnight blogging sesh in full swing. Craigslist curiously shy on interesting posts today, so I'm lucky that the whole day has passed by and the best ads have had time to accumulate and coagulate, readying themselves for my scrutinies. As such, your Runner-Up gets the big nod today. Unintentional hilarity ensues when a (presumed) musician manages to misspell "Fender." Even better when there's a picture of the item in question, brand name clearly spelled out in the familiar, doubtlessly trademarked script.
And now, the thing you've been awaiting today's Best Ad:
I guess these peeps are capitalizing on the noticeably earlier sunsets as of late, trying to move the seasonable goods mid-season. As far as I know, this goes against conventional wisdom in the consumer goods sector. On the extremely rare occasion that I set foot inside a store I notice that the stuff for sale usually preempts the season by a couple three months or so. Get your swimsuits in early spring, winter woolens in late summer, &c. Perhaps this is why the fall season decorations are offered for the seemingly paltry price of five (5) bucks. A steal, in my opinion.
The cool part of these things is that they're arrangements of artificial oak and maple leaves, perhaps with a smattering of other hardwoods mixed in there. The pure liquid awesomeness of this, the unadulterated radness, is that we live in a desert and these leaves are so totally wrong for a San Diego fall. Where, exactly, in San Diego is it that the maple forests get down with their deciduous selves and put on the fireworks display which, when I was a kid in NH, brought the droves of tourists from Connecticut out to look at trees and pump out-of-state cash into small town economies? Somehow, I just don't see the fall season decorations as fooling anyone, ever. I think there's even a few cranberries in there. I wonder in which of the greater San Diego area's bogs these cranberries might have grown?
I actually really love the idea of a totally out of place decoration or whathaveyou. I have this peculiar habit of giving people inappropriate cards. Not "inappropriate" in the manner of, say, crude sexual innuendo, just "inappropriate" in terms of being designed for the wrong holiday. For example, a "Congratulations on Your Bat Mitzvah!" card for my mother's birthday--particularly funny because we're a family of Gentiles. For this reason I completely dig and support the hanging of botanically inaccurate foliage in the name of autumn.