Got a timely Valentine’s Day e-mail today. It was from the FTD.com floral spot that I had done some business with the other day.
“Despite our best efforts, due to exceptionally high seasonal demand, we regret we were unable to fill your order as requested,” it said.
No “Be My Valentine,” no nothing.
The site had been doing a disservice to Mercury, its branded Roman figure, by messing up just about every order I’ve made in recent months. When I ordered a pointsietta for my mother in law in Florida in December and didn’t hear from her, it turned out that the local florist just never filled the request. They finally got one over there — five days late. Luckily that wasn’t tied to a specific date; the Valentine’s Day failure was more serious. They said they could deliver it two days from now — and they could give me a $20 coupon for my trouble. Unfortunately, the birthday of Kim Jong-Il and Lupe Fiasco is not as celebrated as the one for St. Valentine, so I was happy to cancel the order entirely and adjust all future shopping plans with FTD.com.
It also meant I went to the store to fight the crowds for Valentine’s shopping. I already knew things were brutal from the report I heard last night: Shelves were empty at Target, whatever was left was scattered on the ground. I wasn’t that impressed with their offering when it was better stocked — too much Star Wars themed stuff and dolls; not enough variety on kids’ cards or smaller candy.
Things were much worse at CVS today, though there were some small boxes of candy and Spanish language cards still there. What was left of their flowers were horrible, though — broken, wilting, sad. I thought maybe I’d see the guy near the Metro stop who sells flowers 365 days a year, but he had some severely restricted offerings too — dividing his roses into individually wrapped stems; turning to candy and bears and other pink and red holiday fare. I went to that old standby the grocery store to find some roses that didn’t look dead, thanks to its refrigerator. They were ready for crowds, and while a lot of red carnations and single roses were taken to the registers, there seemed far more of those oversized Mylar heart shaped balloons that say “I Love You” or whatever.
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TV as Votive Candle: The Funeral of Whitney Houston
The flickering light of the television set is the designated votive candle for celebs. And news directors noticing the a bump in ratings from the initial shocking pronouncement find a way to bring second say stories, third day stories, stories every news cycle until the funeral. And when the funeral comes, as it did Saturday for Whitney Houston in Newark, a week after her death in Beverly Hills, the coverage is well to wall, non stop And even if the service is FOUR HOURS as Saturday’s was, they’ll show it over and over the rest of the day and into the night.
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