Periodicals

I have always enjoyed reading magazines. Us snooty media specialists, formerly known as librarians, prefer to call them periodicals. Makes us sound smarter. They've been both a source of information, as well as inspiration; particularly the horticultural ones.

But lately, I've been more than a little annoyed by the amount of advertising. I'm going through some older mags now, tossing many, clipping articles, and slowly realizing the whole dern things are mostly ads; all designed to make us want, want, want which bores, bores, bores me.

The insinuation being if we had this or that, we'd be happy, sexy, successful or whatever. Gag me folks, that stuff just doesn't do it.

It's not only the ads, it's the articles, so many of them written about "new thingys for spring," or "gadgets to help us."

Well I've never seen one to help me with a sheet rock kicking, booger slinging, raging boy...maybe I'm just out of touch with society.

Manufacturers, designers, and stores are sending them, the publishers, crap by the boatload for the magazines to strongly suggest we need these items, or we will simply be behind the times. Well I like it there, less pressure to conform, or to perform.

I have more important things to worry about.

Allen just asked me, "If you were invisible and you cut yourself would the blood show up?"

He was serious, and I got sucked in for a second, "what kinda question is that?" before noticing he's actually reading H.G. Wells classic, The Invisible Man.

No advertising included.