Mars is Nearing

In a few more weeks, Mars will be closer to Earth than any time in the past 50,000 years. I hope to find a suitable group to go view it with, like perhaps the astronomers at Morehead Planetarium at UNC, who always have viewing events whenever something cosmic is going on. Or maybe I’ll hang out with the Raleigh Astronomy Club as they crank their observatory towards the Red Planet.

At any rate, this is best view of Earth’s planetary neighbor that’s been available for a long time. I hope to make the most of it.

Greeting Cards – Why Do They All Suck?

Oftentimes when I’m looking for a card for someone’s birthday or some other special occasion, I just wind up picking a card that “sucks less.” Such is the sorry state of greeting cards. Way too often, it becomes a contest of finding one passable card in a sea of mediocrity.

Cards aren’t edgy anymore. They don’t have any real humor, or the humor they show is cliched beyond belief. I think I can honestly say I enjoy visiting the dentist more than I enjoy picking out greeting cards. At least at the dentist’s, the nitrous oxide is guaranteed to get a laugh.

A place with somewhat-funny cards is a special find, so when I find one that has decent cards, I tend to mine it to the point where I become paranoid I’m gonna send the same card to the same person twice. As the stock doesn’t change much, it is a real danger. All cards begin to look the same to my glazed and jaded eyes.

How did cards get so bad? Is it that the writers are fresh out of ideas? I mean, they’ve only tried to say “I love you” 58 billion times now. Surely there are a few more ways they haven’t tried yet.

And why do these sucky cards cost more than magazines? It’s a crummy piece of paper with some not-so-witty saying on it, and for this I pay five dollars? Get real!

In frustration with the dull store-bought cards, I’ve taken to making my own cards. They’re much more personal and can sometimes actually be funny. Those are qualities you can’t find anymore in store-bought cards.

News Flash: I was wrong!

On Friday, I was under the mistaken impression that Neil Young was the man. I don’t know how that could have happened. What I really *meant* was that Johnny Cash is the man.

Sorry for any confusion. Now back to your regularly-scheduled blog.