un-Lucky

A while back, I subscribed to Domino Magazine.


I'd been offered a super-duper-offer-you-can't-refuse "professional rate," because, well, as we all know teachers and decorators are in the same profession. I mean, we're both all about safety scissors and being smart assed, right?

I had checked Domino out a few times from the public library and I was kind of excited.

Unfortunately, the magazine went out of business promptly upon the cashing of my check, it seems.
In lieu they sent me "Lucky". (yeah, irony anyone?)

This has to be the single suckiest magazine I've ever seen. Seriously. Even if I were in its target demographic (shut up.), I'd hate it.

I mean it's nothing but ads masquerading as "articles" sandwiched between ads not masquerading as articles.
It's like a catalogue you have to pay for, but without all that pesky "pricing and shipping help" nonsense, you know.

I can't even give the copies away. I've tried with every female I know. No one wants them. My mother used them for the cat litter for a while, but then the cat died.

Tossing out today's issue, I see a sample of Ed Hardy's "Christian Audigier's" new perfume ("available at Dillards"). I'm not even going to sully my garbage can.

I just need to think of something useful to do with those "mark your favorite" sticker tabs.