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11:56 a.m. - 2006-11-21 I, Mugwhump of Diaryland, am a magazine and catalogue junkie! I absolutely LOVE magazines and catalogues. I�m a tad discerning in my acquisition and viewing pleasures. And I most certainly draw the line with pornography � never in my house. But give me a magazine with big, glossy, well photographed pictures and you�ve lost me for hours. I�ll even ask to take my Doctor�s waiting room tabloid with me to the inner sanctum examination room. (You often wait up to 10 minutes). I can never get enough of those multiple years old, out of date �Good Housekeeping�, �Us�, or �Glamour�. None of which I would actually purchase. I even ascribe catalogues of tools. I regularly receive the Lee Valley Tools catalogues. It brings particular pleasure to get the yearly Christmas gift catalogue. I get my best Christmas gift ideas from this little gem. I am hard pressed to go through the grocery store check-out line without finding that familiar desire overcome me. The need to touch, to feel, to linger amongst the annual, bi-weekly, bi-monthlies �. Even perusing a TV Guide gives me a boost. Thankfully, with the exception of any paper crafting or knitting digests, I recycle them all at the end of their term. There does come the day when I must push aside the staple or glue bound missives, and move forward to my next lustrous procuration. I emphatically state I will not be one of those people who can no longer find room in their garage due to the complete collection of 1950 � 2000 National Geographic magazines. Or at least, I give you permission to have stern words with me if I ever get to that point. That extremism is just not me. I live magazines, and I loath the day they no longer print paper, and everything is posted online. I just got notice yesterday that that is what they are doing to TV Guide. Cheap B*****d�s! Who the heck is going to check the internet to find out what�s on TV?
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