Out of all the dumb things people buy at the beginning of a new year, calendars are--by far--the dumbest. The logic behind buying a calendar is flawed at best. Calendar distributors around the world expect you to, for a whole year, remain thoroughly and irredeemably attached to whatever thing your calendar features. Every month/day (depending on your tastes and calendar interaction level or CIL), you will see a new picture of the same thing and are expected to like that thing, January-December, without fail.
Am I the only one who sees the major flaw in this line of thinking? This especially goes for those pesky movie calendars--"Why, yes, I do intend to like Hunger Games and Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part II all year, or at least until early May, when I will once again find myself in desperate need of a Tony Stark/Robert Downy Jr. calendar."
And then you've got your Justin Bieber/One Direction/Hot Guys with Baby Animals calendars, which follow directly along the poster line of thinking.
Anyway, I ended up with an Agent P calendar, which solved all my problems--he's a cartoon platypus, and never has any dialogue and therefore will never be ruined by cruddy TV writers, which will ensure his likableness until 2014, at which time I will once again embark on a ridiculous calendar journey.
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