I'm not actually feeling surly today, or not much. I did take Eve to get a flu shot at a Rexall pharmacy where there was one pharmacist and one counter-person working, and then spend an hour or so in Loblaws, so the surliness opportunities were multiform, but I imagine I'm feeling like a lot of other people: happy and grateful about my life and sad and dispirited about some stuff that's happened to other people. Also, wishing that Nan hadn't told me about how doing NaBloPoMo killed her first blog, and, naturally, still pissed off about the cancellation of Firefly.
Still, I'd hate to disappoint anyone who came here in search of surliness, so let me just send out a pinch of snark to that woman on Twitter today who tweeted "Really? No one has experienced this?" I was concerned that someone needed help with a problem, and also curious because geez, if there's one thing the internet has done for all of us is to show us that there is almost NOTHING you can confess to - alcoholism, resenting our children, strange sexual practices, nun bashing - that won't elicit a perky piping up with 'me too, me too!' from a wealth of supportive friends and strangers; so I clicked the link. Turns out it was just that she had an article up on Yummy Mummy that no one had commented on. So naturally that must mean that no one else has experienced the thing she was talking about, not that, I don't know, a large number of us are busy baking pine-needle shortbread and making candy-cane wreaths and searching for the perfect violent video game and shit because of a fairly sizeable holiday which is occurring a few days from now.
Also, the people that haughtily sniff at businesses who say they will donate to causes based on retweets or mentions, because they should just donate money without tying it to self-promotion. Um? Capitalism? Businesses in the business of making a profit? Sure, it would be nice if they would just give money out of the goodness of their collective businessy hearts, but if they're willing to give away money which they're under no obligation to give, I'm okay with them getting a little advertising out of it. And for Christ's sake, how hard is it to click retweet anyway? Sure, take companies to task for unsafe working conditions, or even unreasonable returns policies. Saying they'll donate money if we will, literally, lift one finger? Maybe take a breath.
End surliness. One more day of school, unless this Epic Storm lives up to its billing. Christmas tree is decorated, all of our mailed packages have arrived at their destinations on time, and whoever I've forgotten to mail a Christmas card to at this point is getting it in January. We find out tomorrow if my nephew can get the pins out of his arm then or if they'll be here on the twenty-ninth instead of the twenty-eighth. Either way, it's Christmas and I'm not travelling, so I'm all good.