Well, I know what I am getting Taylor Swift for Christmas. Bacon scented paper. I don't think they actually make such a thing, but pretty much everything in my place smells like bacon. Whether it is the bacon cologne, the constant cooking of bacon or the bacon air freshener I discovered and covet, pretty much everything has that lovely smell.
Anyway, last night Taylor Swift won Entertainer Of The Year at the Country Music Awards. It is a great honor and at her age it really leaves her nothing to try to achieve for the rest of her life so I think she should retire now. Oh, well I guess she probably does want to keep writing and singing and getting whisked away on private jets by guys who want her. Not a bad gig if you can get it.
One thing Taylor has yet to learn though is about this thing you and I like to call paper. It is a fascinating device which can hold your words and thoughts and be there later if you want to read it or edit it or sell it to a tabloid. Apparently Taylor though prefers writing her thank yous on her arm. What happens if you start sweating? Someone spills a drink on you as you are headed to the stage? Thrown in a swimming pool? OK, highly unlikely that is going to happen during a show, and paper would get ruined too. Oh, unless you laminate. But then of course you have to decide what kind of machine and are you going to fold your paper or do the whole sheet? If you only do a portion of it are you going to punch a hole in it and string a lanyard through it? Maybe the arm writing thing is the way to go.