Sympathy for the devil

So, I'm reading a cow-orker’s Regal catalogue, and there’s a few chuckle worthy items and a few things I have momentary lapses of reason over (I sit down until the urge goes away).

But there’s one thing that I just find rather off-putting. The Sympathy cards.

I'm not particularly fond of sympathy cards in general, mind you. The convenience of having a dozen or so (Religious or Sincere, which I guess calls into question the sincerity of the religious) seems appealing, but then I realize there's more to it than that.

It seems very insincere, the name of the package notwithstanding. If you want to express sympathy for someone’s loss (or just remind them to Trust in Him), I think you should be willing to schlep down to your neighbourhood Carlton Cards and pick something off the rack yourself, right? Hell, grab a blank one and write "Im sorry yor daad dyed he was a nyce guy".

I mean, I’m already rather perturbed at the fact your average gift shop can sell you a card to let your partner know that the spark has gone out of your relationship, you're tired of having to shoulder more than your share of the chores, and you think they're faking the whole lumbago, so you're leaving town with your hairdresser.

Call me picky, but I think people should have some ability to express themselves with something resembling skill. I never thought I'd lament the loss of the Dear John letter.

Plus, it seems kind of creepy. I mean, you KNOW you'll need some Christmas cards for next year. But sympathy cards? "So, Jed. How's your dad? Feeling better? Shame, that. Your mom? Oh, anything broken? Really? In for how long? Hmmm. Well, let me know. Your wife still have that toothache? How's the dog? Your son still playing hockey?"

Feh.

Yesterday: Went to visit whisper_jeff and adamjury for Halo. Was fun, although in all but 2 games me and Adam spent most of our time standing there with our pants around our ankles going "Thank you, sir, may I have another?"

I DID win King of the Hill. Waahooo!

And the Rocket Launcher game was fuuuun. 25/24/23.

Vague nostalgia, with a taste of licorice

Hanging with whisper_jeff and adamjury did fill me with the vague nostalgia someone who's been married a certain amount of time can get (or, hell, maybe it's just me) for the single life.

Not just the random casual sex, but the sheer selfishness you can have (and I'm just remembering here that being selfish isn't a bad thing when you're not imposing on someone else or breaking a promise) . Want that? Fine, you're cool. Don't wanna do that? The toilet brush will be there next week.

That and I forgot you can go through life without stuff in the fridge. I used to literally live on Ramen Noodles, garlic, carrots, onions & stewing cuts.

And I forgot my ginger ale there. Fuck. I could really go for Ginger Ale right now.

Guelph once again appeals to me. I know it's a bit of a tinier town, but it has that metropolis lite feeling I'm growing to appreciate. That, and Jeff tells stories about leaving his door open that don't end in "and the jury found me not guilty".

Props to rentaghurka. I'd assumed our first meeting would conclude in bloodshed, but no such problem there!

I still think you guys should just cut his throat and leave his body for the dogs.