I’m not one for sitting down on a Sunday morning and clipping 25-cent coupons out of the newspaper. Besides, those of you who follow my blog know that I don’t get the newspaper any more. I don’t go out of my way to look for deals, because I’m a buyer… Read More "“The $10 Coupon Fail.” Or, “Marketing Lesson Number One.”"
Author: Scott Sanfilippo
“Don’t Trip Over Your Costume.” Or, “Watch Out for Old Man McGreevy.”
I can only think of one good thing that comes from this so-called holiday we’re about to celebrate and that’s the classic horror movies that make their once a year appearance on Turner Classic Movies. Other than that, unless you’re selling candy or cheap costumes, what good is Halloween? This… Read More "“Don’t Trip Over Your Costume.” Or, “Watch Out for Old Man McGreevy.”"
“Checking in On Western Sky Financial.” Or, “Who Needs an Umbrella?”
Nobody loves a banker. Unless you’re married to one of course. But seriously, nobody really loves the men and women in suits who make money for “Big Money” by charging fees, paying little to no interest on savings and charging sky-high interest on credit cards and loans. Perhaps no single… Read More "“Checking in On Western Sky Financial.” Or, “Who Needs an Umbrella?”"
“Don’t Smoke it. Bake it.” Or, “The Marijuana Memorial.”
When I die, I don’t want a bunch of people I haven’t seen in years leering over my body in an overpriced wooden box saying, “Boy, he looks good.” For years I’ve thought about ways to get around the traditional morbid practice of the viewing and funeral and tossed around… Read More "“Don’t Smoke it. Bake it.” Or, “The Marijuana Memorial.”"
“Less Bosomy Chickens.” Or, “What About the Turkey?”
I just finished noshing on some overdone, over-breaded chicken tenders and greasy french fries which my body will punish me for later when I’m 38,000 feet in the air. But the fries were sprinkled with sea salt so I think some part of that lunch may have been good for… Read More "“Less Bosomy Chickens.” Or, “What About the Turkey?”"
“Free News.” Or, “Did Anyone See My Paper?”
Every morning for the past five years, someone would drive by my house and throw a copy of the local newspaper in my driveway. I never saw this person, because I’m not one to get up much before 9am. Most of the time, the paper would make its way from… Read More "“Free News.” Or, “Did Anyone See My Paper?”"
“Problems? Just Call.” Or, “Not in Newark.”
Its original intent I’m sure was a good one. “Pick me up and tell someone this rest room needs a good cleaning” the sign suggests. But somewhere along the line someone decided that reporting a bathroom in need of servicing wasn’t important anymore: This photo was taken in the C… Read More "“Problems? Just Call.” Or, “Not in Newark.”"
“Lamenting English.” Or, “LOL at How We Chatter, Yo!”
Lately I’ve been relying on the Urban Dictionary to help me understand some new phrases that are making their way into conversation. Someone who used to be “cool” is now “chill.” “Making out” has taken on a ruder connotation – “freak.” A “Fly Boy” was a young ladies term of… Read More "“Lamenting English.” Or, “LOL at How We Chatter, Yo!”"
“Too Much Social Media.” Or, “Thanks for the Soup Mrs. Goldberg.”
With the launch of Google+ I got to thinking. Will this be the Facebook killer that many are waiting for? Will it leave the social-sphere quicker than a church full of Catholics before the second collection? Or will it hang around on life support just to piss off Zuckerberg? I… Read More "“Too Much Social Media.” Or, “Thanks for the Soup Mrs. Goldberg.”"
“Bad Shirt.” Or, “Proper Dress Required.”
When I was a young boy, dining out was truly an “affair.” My parents would dress me in a shirt and tie and my father was never without the neck-ware either. When my brother Mark would come over for dinner and sit down at the table with a hat on,… Read More "“Bad Shirt.” Or, “Proper Dress Required.”"