Today's Daily Ink comic. Ah, See-n-Say.
I won’t lie: the days between the gorgefest that is Thanksgiving and the gorgefest that will be Christmas are hard for me. There is an interminable amount of things to do, from trying to one-up your neighbors at putting up holiday lights/seeing who pays triple digits for their electric bill this month, to trying to one-up the whole of America in the acquisition-of-presents category. Therefore, the end of November and the beginning of December can have the relaxing effect of acupuncture on your eyeballs. Adding to these extraordinary stresses are the sense of crushing defeat that a charismatic and top candidate (okay, I can’t even type that with a straight face) seems to have scandal looming that may end his presidential bid; the fact that the country is still slumped in a recession; and the fact that we’re all doomed to end the holiday season at least ten pounds heavier than we began.
We need to laugh.
So here is funnyman extraordinaire Charlie Brooker, who is going to talk about the true kings of the holiday season: the ad men. Say it with me: YAY!?*
(*Common sense warning: if you’re at work, please plug in your headphones. Otherwise, you may annoy some people with a few naughty words. Or, you know, the soul-crushing truth.)