I hope you all had a Happy Hallmark Inc. day! Because let's face it, the people getting the biggest boners on this "day of love", are the corporate executives at Hallmark, and anyone who sells flowers for a living.

But I don't have a big problem with them. If people fall for paying double for flowers, that's their lookout. You're going to get stiffed around Valentine's Day. You know it, they know it, the only difference is they're holding the money at end, and you're the one walking funny.

Jodi sent me this link to a site called Sardonic Bomb which, frankly says it all. Go read it then come back. I'll wait here.

Amen.

I've been single on many a Valentine's Day, but I've never felt the need to whine about it. There are some people, however, who seem unable to stop themselves from treating the day as their own personal little "The World Hates Me, And I Hate The World" day.

It's only one day. One, largely commercial day. It's over before you know it. Go rent your favourite movie, stay in, and eat an entire tub of ice cream, or whatever it is you do, when you're convinced the world is out to get you.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not suddenly renouncing my cynical outlook on the world. Things do suck, and the world probably is out to get us. But I'm kinda tired of the same old over-used self-pity about something that, frankly, is only as big a deal as you, the sufferer, chooses to make it.

I started writing this on Valentine's Day, but due to other commitments, such as radio work, and watching belly dancers, didn't get it finished.

I hope you all had a good day, whether or not you got any valentines. If you didn't, know that I love you, because you've taken the time to read my site.

I didn't buy you flowers. Sorry, but have you seen the price of roses in mid-February?!