So I'm at the airport right now, waiting to board my plane back to Kansas City. I've been here for several hours, as my ride could not drop me off later. Anyway, I've been shop-hopping to pass the time for the past hour or so. On a side note, I don't think I've ever seen so many pale, red-haired, freckly people all in one place before. It's kind of creepy, like that one episode of South Park.
But I digress. I've noticed this before, but today is the day I finally say something about it (thanks to the miracle of blogging). I don't get why magazines feel the need to occlude their titles with someone's face. True, I'm probably not going to pick a magazine up if there's not someone on the cover who interests me, but I also like to know what magazine I'm buying. And, being someone who doesn't read magazines very often, it's not like I can just tell what magazine I'm looking at by the corners of a first and last letter visible behind Gerard Butler's noggin.
It's like when you catch a movie on TV, but you miss the beginning. You might enjoy it, but you have no way of knowing what it is because you missed the title.
I guess in the long run, it doesn't even really matter. In most cases, you read things for their content, and not necessarily for their title. Or you should, anyway, I think. You may not know that movie's title, but at least you enjoyed it. Hopefully. Egh, whatever.
Haha, this seven-year-old-looking ginger kid next to me is talking to a handful of change and it's pretty funny... "I'm bigger than you, dime! I'm more valuable than all coins!"
All right... Peace out. It's airplane time!
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