Where are all the Remembrance Day decorations?

There goes Halloween, here comes Christmas. I haven't even seen a poppy box yet. I guess wars aren't quite as commercial as the holidays that sandwich it.


Here are some random musings that I quite enjoy:

I attended the Canadian Marketing Association Direct Marketing Conference last Wednesday where the Vice-President, Customer Based Management and Marketing Analytics of Rogers Wireless did a keynote. He likened a cell phone contract to being in a romantic relationship too! HA! I'm a marketing GENIUS and I didn't even know it.

I saw my first episode of "The Hills" last week too. Actually, that's a lie I once saw an episode in my hostel in Florence, but the whole thing was dubbed over in Italian. Though, I'm still pretty sure I got the gist of it because I certainly felt dumber by the end. Maybe that was because of the high culture and historic learning I had partaken earlier in the day. In any case, I read this review of last week's episode on nymag. I couldn't agree more with this whole first paragraph:

If we learned anything this week from The Hills (and we’re not sure we did), it’s that taking shots alone at the bar is not a good idea. We actually haven’t taken any sort of shot since college, when an Absolut Citron fad caused us to lose our lunch many, many times. This is embarrassing, but sophomore year, we (and our friends) used to take like four shots ... before we even went out. Did we all have problems, like Holly? Maybe. But we’ve reformed, and now we’re that lame-o who declines group shots, even on birthdays. And to the people who get annoyed by this — would you rather us puke on your nice shoes? No, we think not. Which brings us back to this week's episode, which also made us feel a little queasy at times.

This past weekend was one of my most hated fake holidays of the year -- however drinking in costume can lead to amusing points of conversation. If you don't know me, I generally gravitate to people in suits, I think there is nothing quite like a man in a well tailored suit. Here's a short conversation I had with someone I met at the Drake on Halloween and its silly result.

[Approaching a man in a suit]
Me: Who are you supposed a be? An investment banker?
Him: No, I'm something evil.
Me: Oh, so are you Goldman Sachs?
Him: That's the best answer I've heard all night.

That's only funny if you're up and up on the history of the "vampire octopus" that is GS. But it turned out he wasn't an investment banker in his non-costumed life either. Dear men: stop lying about what you do. Though I do take sick pleasure in taunting fake doctors and bankers, so try and pull a fast one on me.

Well that's the general amusement for me for now. Don't forget about the veterans this month! Buy a poppy.