SkyMall must be on to me.
They must have read my previous posts about their asinine merchandise (here and here) and decided to pull back on the cray-cray this year. But, of course, such habits die hard, and on my recent trip to Los Angeles, I found a few items to still make us gigglesnort at their inanity with relief that the business of creating overpriced chindogu for bored air passengers* is still alive and kicking its elevator-shoe-clad feet.
Sarah Warburton has provided commentary on these items, too, for your edification.
Seriously? Does anyone actually grill in the dark, in the middle of the night? That’s some serious cravings, dude. Are you living with a vegan** or something?
The catalog text reads, “Turn your pool into an enchanting Venetian canal.”
I guarantee it won’t do that.
And finally, continuing the SkyMall catalog’s curators’ unusual squirrel fetish…
Squirrel Tree Climber
Because nothing says class like a weird animal sculpture. SkyMall specializes in these.
* I am dismayed by the diminishing number of passengers I see reading every time I get on an airplane. To quote Handy and The Human Ton, “Read a book!” Like mine, which is coming out in August. (See what I did there? The requisite Shameless Self-Promotion Every Author Must Do, yet buried, hopefully in good taste, in a footnote.)
** Nothing against vegans. I genuinely admire their resolve and commitment to social and ecological responsibility, especially when they don’t browbeat meat-eaters for not being vegan, too.