Lederhosen: One Size Fits All
<p> Dateline: The Drift. I don’t know why but this blog is experiencing a surge of the sort not seen since the earl’s ill-advised attempt at making the Yankee roster last spring. I know the category for this post is “publishing news,” but take it from me there isn’t any publishing news fit to print late on a Friday two days before we relive y2k all over again setting the clocks ahead in these United States. So we’ll have rehash the stories that have riveted 84.5% of you 23% of the time like an all night drive through Dixie on the AM radio band.
<p> What with the yen spiking and distillate levels falling most of the publishing industry went home on Friday wondering if the story about teenagers and baby boomers is true. You know the story: teenagers and baby boomers, separated by the ages, are reading a lot of books. Not just insta books about Scooter, but novels. You wonder if the great novelists, Plum Sykes, Carmen Elektra, Pam Anderson can handle the pressure now that everyone is reading. Ghost writers: this is a wakeup call.
<p> Don’t try to sell things to Boomers: sure, they have a lot of money, blah, blah, blah. But at the Prince of Denmark Shopping Centre a recent experiment revealed the following: during the limited time only lederhosen sale Boomers drifted by bin after bin of “one size fits all” hosen without buying any. How do you reach these people? You can’t.
<p> Good luck with the time change if this applies to you or your loved ones. Chances are there will be more publishing news unless all the computers implode and the blogosphere suffers a cosmic flat tire and is left by the side of the road as Baby Boomers and Teenagers drive by, their noses in a book. Deepak Chopra won’t panic. Neither should you.
March 10th, 2007 at 12:24 pm
I’ve never understood why the religious findamentalists have problems with evolution, but are fine with the government moving time around. Sure, it’s ten AM, buckaroo–but tomorrow at this time it wil be 9 AM. Cause we said so! Isn’t that the ultimate in hubris?
I’m especially miffed because tickets fo a Lisa Gerrard concert go on sale tomorrow at 10 AM sharp. Now I have to get up at 9 and pretend it’s 10, and I might well have missed the whole thing and ended up sitting in the rafters were it not for the fact that some people–well, you and Pamela–keep track of these arbitrary shofts in the spae-time continuum.
I’ve had it. I’m starting a new new church. Too long has the Lord’s natural rhythm of day and night been tampered with. Universal Time now!