IRL : the jay-oh-bee : holidaze : envy among pranksters

I really do wish that I could say that I thought of this little gambol. But, alas, it was all Co-worker SevenFeet.

Several weeks ago, I received the latest Harriet Carter catalog. If you are not already familiar with this 8" square of oh-my-god-they-can't-be-serious consumerism, then you are really, truly missing out. It's the Weekly World News of catalogs, sans the fine-printed page 3 disclaimer assuring you that it is indeed a work of fiction and parody.

Featured on the front cover of the catalog is this... item. At first glance, I assumed it was your typical personalized pewter ornament. About which I was not wrong, really. It is in reality abundantly typical of the kind of wares offered by Harriet Carter. But outside the pages of this mail-order delight? Nothing short of stupefying.

Then again, I don't have television so maybe most folks are fairly inured to this level of ridiculosity.

In any event, that be not my raison d'etre this frigid afternoon.

This action item is, again courtesy of Co-worker SevenFeet:

1. Order several of these ornaments engraved with your own name and the current year.
2. Wrap, package, and mail them to close friends and family.
3. Don't answer the phone on Christmas.

Fin.