Afternoons of timelessness,
Thank you, Viagra.
The trend from last week continues: my free time (read: blogging time) has been swallowed up and digested by sketch-writing and home-repair. That means that this entire week might be a wash in regards to daily missives. Sure, I'll try to post a poem and a joke when I have a chance, but those chances may be few and far between. As far as witty (or not) observations of the world around me, well, those will simply have to wait.
I will, however, take a moment to remind you, lovely reader, that the Twin Cities Improv Festival is right around the corner. This weekend shall be filled to the brim with improvisational goodness from the four corners of the nation. I'll be involved with Ferrari McSpeedy and the BNW (shows on Saturday night!) as well as HUGE Theater (Sunday!) You can get tickets here if you like to buy things ahead of time. It's fun to buy things ahead of time. Give it a shot. I think you'll like it.
Anywho, I should be off. I need to rewrite a sketch whilst mowing the back yard. Expect the next blog from the hospital.
Before I depart, here's Today's Joke:
Candy a sweet spot in sour economy
Like a lot of people, Nate Towne is cutting back on spending. He's carpooling to work and only shops at grocery stores that take coupons or offer discount "rewards" cards.
But even in this economy, he remains a self-described "candy snob."
"I'm serious when I say I'll pay a premium for my top favorites because in the grand scheme of things, it's only a few bucks," says Towne, a 37-year-old public relations consultant in Madison, Wis.
He's not the only one who's stuck on candy. Americans buy billions of dollars worth of the stuff each year — with more than $29 billion in retail sales in 2007, according to the National Confectioners Association. That's about a 3 percent increase from the previous year.
"It's all we have," says Jim Tillotson, professor of food policy and international business at Tufts University's Fletcher School. "Dear sweet God, a little escapism in the form of a Hershey's Kiss or a box of Mike and Ike's is the only thing keeping the lot of us from ending it all right now. What have we come to? Why?! Why?!?!"
Tillotson then lit a candy cigarette and cried himself to sleep.