It's not just Christmas

I saw a woman putting up Halloween decorations today. Halloween, people. A minor holiday (though in my mind it is the best of all the holidays because it involves candy, dressing up and scaring people and none of the family "must have most perfect Thanksgiving/Christmas ever" drama) to be sure, so why start decorating more than a month in advance?

Perhaps I should alert the media (snicker).

I also think I'm going to have to get a microwave at Satan-Mart (there are none at Sears) unless I hie myself to Olympia. Which maybe I should do because really, I want one of those teensy cute ones in a bright color (red? So it matches my kitchen rug and the picture I hung? Or yellow?) instead of a big ole white boring one. I can't remember the writer who compared shopping at the Wals-Mark, as some Arkies do call it, to soviet-style shopping, but yeah, that about sums it up. Not that I'm a big shopper or anything, I just have had some good shopping experiences but they've never been at a Wals-Mark.

Speaking of paying for stuff in an un-fun way, I read the fine print of the Comcast stuff. They are going to charge me a rental fee for the controller that talks to my (unnecessary and actually in-the-way-of-recording-one-show-while-watching-another-unless-I-get-a-TiVo-or-TiFaux) cable box. Don't say I should go without — I need my cylons and doctors in lust and plucky teenage detectives and Dog the Bounty Hunter.

Speaking of whom, he has the best-written website. You should go there: http://www.dogthebountyhunter.com (I forgot the html code. OMG, I am BRAINFARTING in the LIBRARY!) and mute your computer. Seriously, these folks embrace their own PR in a way that makes them the most meta of the po white you-know-what. And I say that with total love in my heart. I mean it. I cannot get enough of the A&E show, I will watch it even when the Kill Bill movies are on (like last night) or any other time. I love it. I love Beth and her amazing shirt torpedoes and Pamela Anderson Lee hairdos. I love Lelands little Hawaiian accent. I love Tim, the quiet shaman who wrings information out of all the street sources even though he barely says a word (made all the more amazing by the fact that he, like Dog, is not Hawaiian-born; breaking into island culture, where they have a word, "haole," for outsiders, is no mean feat). And I love the Dog, who is spiritual but so pragmatic, so matter-of-fact. They all remind me of my nightclubbing days in Arkansas and the bouncers I knew. It is amazing how that old dead Russian writer's saying that the cops and the criminals are two sides of the same coin can be reinterpreted through Da Kine Bail Bonds. Dog is the coin. Dude! He IS the COIN!

I urge you all to consider donating to his legal defense fund at P.O. Box 130781, The Woodlands, TX, 77393-0781 (here's why he needs a defense fund) (I think this is how to hyperlink)

Anyway, there's a Dog special on A&E where the Chapmans speak. I look forward to totally agreeing with everything Beth says.