“Christmas is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu!” Forgive me for stealing a bit of Middle English to make a point. Here we are, only a bit into November and already we’re besieged with Christmas songs on the radio and television, ads prompting us to shop early for all that stuff we invariably buy for friends and relatives to put in some dark cupboard with other stuff from other years, never to be seen or used. And WalMart and KMart and Sears are joyously telling us we can use their layaway plans, so that in these tough times we can pay for our purchases a little at a time. Kinda like shopping with a credit card. Lhude sing cuccu! Cookoo, indeed. Every year, it seems, we begin this Christmas rite earlier and earlier. What we need are some Thanksgiving carols. And legislation that no one can begin pushing the Christmas season until after Thanksgivng.
I went to see Tower Heist and wished I’d stayed home. What a forgettable flick. Everybody, including me, wanted to see the old Eddie Murphy, you know, the funny one, and we all, including me, were disappointed. He and Ben Stiller could have made this better, but both seemed to be happy just getting through it and on to some better film project. This Wednesday (only two days from now), The Descendents opens, with George Clooney. Can’t wait. George has never disappointed me.
And if Rick Perry had three feet, he'd find some way to get all three in his mouth at the same time. It must be a Texas thing.