Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my choice chinchillas! How are you? How is your personal economy? Has the stimulus (stimuli?) stimulated you yet? Sales are off dreadfully on Zoltar® brand products and potions. Just when I was about to open up a website on the real Ethernet, Wall Street decided to stop believing the cow poop that they had been telling everyone else. Oh my! I’ve had numerous clearance sales in an effort to get rid of overstock, and all production is shut down. It’s not like I’m a large employer, and most of us are family, but the ripple effect is endless. We cut back, and then those we purchase from cut back, then those they purchase from cut back, and so on. I’m glad that the big banks and insurance companies are doing so well that they are handing out large bonuses (bonusi?) to themselves. Obviously, prosperity is just around the corner. Of all people, I wonder why I can’t see it?

There was an item in the email this week, but it wasn’t a question or comment. It was the image below:

There was also this:

“The Journal Times, Saturday, January 16, 2010, page 7A”

Well, I don’t know what I’m expected to do with this information, but I do feel compelled to point out that if the “SM” who wrote this ad is serious about settling down, he better be sure that wherever that is, it can support him. Tee-hee. As for the age range in his message, ahem, oh dear and oh my! Is that who I think it is?

I may have a touch of the winter blues that I’ve been writing about, my dears. I’m not much motivated to blog about anything in particular this week. It’s not that I’m unhappy, I’m just not motivated. I’m usually on the go all of the time, from consultation to consultation, or overseeing production. Now there is so much down time. Perhaps I need a vacation. Like Donald Duck did in 1940:



That brings to mind one of my favorite skits from that television show, In Living Color. It was called “Men on Vacation:”



That’s my disjointed and diffused blog for this week, my Irregulars. I appreciate each and every one of you stopping by to spend some time with me. Be very careful, it’s slippery out there.

Fax your tax to: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

Here’s to all of my friends, Irregular and otherwise. May the light of love shine upon your hearts. Alcoa!