Oh my Kashi! Oh my Celestial Seasonings! You destroy my illusions!

I figure unless I'm staring at the guy who pulled the thing out of the ground--or his indentured children who are sullenly tending the booth at the farmer's market--that the corporate food giants have gotten their hands on my food.

I figure unless I'm staring at the guy who pulled the thing out of the ground--or his indentured children who are sullenly tending the booth at the farmer's market--that the corporate food giants have gotten their hands on my food.

This. This is what I meant. If you're buying a brand that's in stores in more than 1 state, odds are super good that it's been mass produced.

Dang, mass production enables people to eat. That's not so bad. This ain't an agrarian society.

Wanna go home. Tired. Overwhelmed. Can't vent fully right now, am in office. Another round on the clusterfuck rollercoaster and no, it's got nothing to do with the FM. It's the org, all the way.

sending coping~ma your way, {{{smonster}}}

Pardon me, but this is reminding me of a part in the Wire where cornerboys are having a similar conversation about one of them having a new idea for McDonald's. His friend says "Do you really think Ronald McDonald is gonna sit his clowny ass down and write you a check?"

Inventor dude says "Sure...why not?"
The other guy says "He's gonna lock you away some where and say "Bitch, start making those McNuggets..."
Why did I bring that up? Cause as a writer, I love the chance to type "clowny ass," I suppose.

I'm pro-supermarket. I prefer my grocery shopping to not involve a scavenger hunt. Not to mention:

Mass production saves lives. Quite aside from my plans to mutter "in your FACE, Malthus!" next time I visit the local Coles, it's the reason why our recent floods are going to cause price hikes on bananas instead of widespread starvation in Queensland.

It's also the reason I get to do a job I like instead of being tied to subsistence farming.

There are plenty of severe problems associated with the enterprise. Still better than the alternative.

I have never worried about people judging my shopping cart contents. I never think of looking into someone else's cart, either, unless I am helping them get their stuff onto the conveyor belt.

People can be such Gladys Kravitzes!!

Actually, I think I've told this story before here, but someone did once comment on my purchases. I was in Studio City and was buying Grey Goose, condoms, one avocado, and some motor oil.

"You've got an interesting night ahead of you" was pretty quietly uttered behind me. By Teri Garr.

That's hilarious, java.