i was listening to NPR on the way home tonight, and they were talking about how many MILLIONS of pairs of scissors have been confiscated at airports. MILLIONS and MILLIONS. they mentioned other things that had also been seized, including screwdrivers and CHAINSAWS. how stupid does a person have to be to try to carry a CHAINSAW on a plane?
mighty, mighty stupid. they should give out some kind of extra-stupid stupidity certificate for that kind of behavior.
the report was about how they’re thinking about easing up on the whole confiscation thing, and instead focusing on bombs and stuff. but flight attendants don’t like this, because they don’t want to be murdered, and they had some valid reasons. it was an interesting story.
but my question is, WHERE ARE ALL THOSE SCISSORS? in some gigantic warehouse somewhere? shouldn’t they put them to good use; shouldn’t they distribute them to poor people who need to cut things? or to children? i mean, i know children aren’t supposed to RUN with scissors, but it couldn’t hurt for them to have a pair of their own, could it? i mean, all these millions and MILLIONS and MILLIONS of scissors that have been confiscated, they should be put to good use.
perhaps they could be melted down and…hmm, and made into something. made into something good and sturdy and metal. housing! big metal houses. wouldn’t they be sturdy? i’m sure there are many many other things that melted scissors could be used for.
jewelry. gee, you could make SO MUCH JEWELRY from melted scissors that you would be busy for the rest of your life.
um, more practical things, too, like…ok, i can’t think of anything right now. bicycles? i don’t know.
but i do want to talk about XMAS. i don’t have huge amounts of xmas spirit this year, but i’m starting to get a little bit all of a sudden. this woman who works in the same building as amy has the most AWESOME OVER THE TOP display of xmas in her hair salon. she WALLPAPERED THE CEILING AND WALLS with xmas wrapping paper, it’s covered with poinsettias. plus there are many many many lights hanging from the ceiling, and lots of stuff everywhere, and i thought it was fabulous and asked if i could move in there. She said yes, but i bet she thought i was kidding her.
then tonight i drove down HOOKER street in laketown, which has the BEST XMAS DISPLAY EVER, and if you haven’t gone there, figure out where it is and drive down. tonight. tomorrow night. ASAP. i think there are even more decorated houses this year than every before, and one house has a giant snowglobe lawn ornament, the likes of which i’ve never seen before. it made me so very happy to drive down the street, it made me feel like i was suddenly living in a happy land of twinkly lights and magic.
now that i’m home that’s all gone of course, but it does make me want to put up some lights, at least. and i do know about one gift that i’m going to buy for one person in my family, but that’s about as far as my xmas planning goes right now.
last night randy and i looked for tops at the mall. it was fairly discouraging, and i don’t think i’m going to find anything appropriate. i need something orange. orange isn’t a very big xmas color this year, i’ve found out. amy claims that if she goes shopping with me, she’ll find me something, but i don’t know how she’s going to pull something out of thin air, but on the other hand if anybody can do it, amy can.
randy and i had dinner at the MCL cafeteria before shopping. i thought this was funny because my dad always loves mcl but i’d rather go someplace a little more interesting, but then randy had his heart set on it so we went there and i wanted to get ALL the little salad items at the beginning of the line, but i didn’t, because my dinner would have easily been a hundred bucks. stuff like fruit salad and pea salad and all kinds of things i don’t normally have. OH NO, THERE I GO TALKING ABOUT WHAT I HAD FOR DINNER…i’m sorry, whoever wrote that they’re SICK TO DEATH of blogs who go on and on about that.
i’m not sorry.
not sorry at all.
i had tilapia. it was delicious.
ok then, MERRY XMAS,
last day of november grace.