IT has started.
IT has come to bring euphoria to all retailers and their suppliers.
IT is the Christmas Retail Shopping Season!!

I’m singin’ and dancin’! The season often described as “crazy” by employees, and a “madhouse” by shoppers, isn’t insane at all. You just have to be on the right side of the asylum!

The sane side is on the merchant side. NOT as an employee, either. Then it’s great, wonderful, and like the world has become filled with infinite Santa Clauses - all of whom want to bring sacks full of SALES to good little merchants and suppliers everywhere!

MERRRYYY CHRISTMAS! Ho ho ho!!

TWO DAYS.

Two days until the Retail Selling Season really begins. Two days until the one thing worth going out for–me, shipping out product–begins to happen on my new site.

Two, long, days left to wait.

Of course, if what some articles say is true, the really big day for online retailers is “Cyber Monday” (or maybe Tuesday, depending on who’s talking) which would mean a whole weekend’s worth of extra waiting. And from my other experiences, that’s most likely to be true, for hard-goods items like scales.

Tiiicckk Toccckkk…

My boring day just got broken up with new tales of woe from the music teaching business.

Some trumpet student was telling my mother that she lost her “assignment book” where her assignments for the week are written. But, Ma remembered the assignment anyway and made her play it for her lesson.

Then she quizzes her on the timing of the types of notes. The student said a 1/4 note got 2 beats (it gets 1… )! But, then she pulls out an advanced rythm book she got from school! Argh, duh!!

And this isn’t anywhere near the worst story I’ve heard.

Amazingly, my family (most of whom are/were piano teachers) wondered why, when I was a kid and they asked what I wanted to do when I grew up, I knew to answer “Anything but THAT!” even before I had any other concrete ideas on the subject!!!

And some of them still ask O_o

I found these questions on a blog called “Monday’s a Bitch“…

1. What was the best thing that happened to you last week?

I got a couple of sales for things I actually had in stock!

2. At what age does one become a cougar/dirty old man?

They seem to get creepy sometime in their 50s. Before that, the bad ones are simply too horny.

3. What would be your Idol audition song?

They probably wouldn’t like any of my old favorites, but wtf… “Clyde” from Waylon Jennings.

4. Who is the last person on Earth you would expect a phone call from?

George W. Bush And no, I don’t mean a taped “please vote Republican” type of call

5. If you were guaranteed a truthful answer to any question from anyone on earth, who and what would you ask?

Nobody currently on earth has the answers to anything “deep” that I’d want to know, and science hasn’t figured out how to be immortal yet–so might as well go for the dough!

Winter sucks. It really shouldn’t need any explanation, but masochistic types will actually debate it and say that they like:

Freezing their butts off
Scraping ice off their cars
Slipping on the ice while trying to walk places
And having to wear so many clothes it feels like being entombed!

Needless to say, I think w*nter-lovers are nuts. We should ship them all to Alaska; that way at least we wouldn’t have to listen to ‘em claiming that the year’s most awful season is any good.

The conquest of the world of Rome Total War has been occupying my time again. And again, and again, and again…

I wish that they’d make a game like that only with the entire world to conquer! And I don’t mean some frustrating version. I mean one pretty much like Rome, only you’d get to take over the WHOLE thing! It always irks me that there are territories, unseen on the game, that don’t end up under my iron fist when I’m done.

I like to play games all the time, but I’d really rather have the game time broken up by more orders to ship out. It’s always a bit dead before the big season starts. I’m also kind of antsy because I’ve got a new sales site up, and Goofle (no, that’s not a typo) hasn’t ranked it anywhere visible yet. I suppose they’ll rank it on December 26th, knowing them…

Fortunately for me it ought to sell like mad in the new year, even better than for Christmas. Unless somebody wants to buy someone a body fat scale for Chrismas…that’d be an innovative way to commit suicide!

Eventually everyone who goes to a blog wonders “who the heck is writing this stuff?!” so here’s a bit about me.

Despite the site name, I’m not some old fogey The name actually refers to the domain itself!

At the time of this posting, I came up with the name The Capitalist Chronicle, mainly since I didn’t want to spend more time coming up with a new screen name. And, of course, I am a Capitalist! But I may call myself something different later. It’ll still be me.

I HATE employment. It’s the Evil Institution. It saps the very lifeforce from people, condemning them to being satisfied with looking at the inside of someone else’s factory. Just the mere thought of it is like looking at Death. Whoever coined the term “work ethic” must have been some employer, looking to buffalo people into putting up with the situation and all its soul-sucking ills. Unfortunately, it looks like that person succeeded in pulling off the world’s most effective spin.

So how do I avoid Housing by Cardboard Box with such an opinion of employment? By selling stuff. My own stuff. And pushing other people’s stuff, too, but not as their employee. In other words, by being my own boss. So you can expect to see my gripes and other commentary about related matters come up from time to time.

I do this selling online only. No going “in” for me!

That’s enough for one post. Keep checking back to see more of the picture emerge…