I was wandering around the Hamilton Place Mall last night, nursing a sour mood while Josiah shopped for Christmas presents. I thought maybe a cookie would cheer me up. So I walked over to one of those cookie stands where the baked goods are plagued with giantism. And there I saw it:
The Worst Christmas Idea Ever.
It was an oversized chocolate chip cookie, one of those monsters the size of a medium pizza. It was piped with neon icing -- red, blue, green, pink -- in the shape of a nativity scene, complete with a squirt of liquorice icing wrapped in swaddling clothes. Below this was a swirling line of text: "Tis the reason for the season."
Indeed, let us all refute the commercialism of the holidays and remember the miracle of the Incarnation... with a big cookie. Barf, the herald angels sing.
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Unfortunate Event, Number the Second: a hilarious bit of Johnsonian satire. Or satire of Johnson. Whatever.
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"I've been having trouble staying focused on anything this week," a friend of mine confided this afternoon. "I don't know if it's the holidays or something worse."
Posted by mesh at December 22, 2004 03:50 PM | TrackBackmaybe they meant it to be ironically ironic, like, looping back around into thoughtful sincerity. Or maybe it was defiantly sincere, in light of an overwhelming burden of unavoidable irony & kitsch? A raised cookie fist inside of and towards the face of consumerism. A chocolate sugary "F YOU! JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!"
probably not though...
Posted by: JosiahQ at December 22, 2004 11:31 AMDid you get into an argument with Jason Lee about whether or not the cookie stand was part of the food court vs. an autonomous mall eatery?
Posted by: John at December 22, 2004 11:51 AM