November 22, 2002
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From time to time, I rail against the wretched excess and rampant degeneracy to be found in society today. Well, here I go again.
Kathy and I went to Wasilla yesterday, Wasilla being a charmless tsrip mall type of community which is sometimes cited by Anchorage residents as what happens when you don’t have enough zoning regulation. The former mayor, Sarah Palin, is a slick Republican bitch with the political ambitions–and ethics–of Lady Macbeth. But I digress.
As much as we hate town–a shopping trip takes all day and burns half a tank of gas in our trusty Subie–we kind of had to. Prices shoot up the farher north you go–for instance, a little jug of STP injector cleaner stuff that costs $5.49 in the valley goes for $1.97 in Wasilla. Bread is a buck or two more than it is in Wasilla. Plus there are many things you just can’t get out here, like romaine lettuce and health supplements. When I get my full dosage, I take upwards of 50 pills a day–pills for my heart, for my prostate, antioxidants, DMAE, DHA and so on and so forth. Anyway, as I was browsing the pill aisle at Fred Meyer’s, I saw something that truly disgusted me, something that forcefully reminded me how, well, fucked-up things are getting.
As I browsed, I was distracted by this little flashing red light on the shelf. A few years ago, Safeway got the brilliant idea of sticking little coupon dispensers with flashing lights in the aisles–this didn’t last long, I hope they were all vandalized. But the flashes I saw this time was part of the bloody packaging of a health product.
At a time when recycling is a major concern, and waste disposal is a major problem, and printed circuits are a known source of heavy metal pollution, these pin-headed promoters are including an LED, batteries, and a circuit board in a little cardboard box. Like I said, I don’t know who is responsible for this outrage, but I do know I would love a few minutes alone in a locked room with him. Or her. I am an equal-opportunity curmudgeon.
Comments (6)
For them, the fact that they captured your attention, whether friendly or hostile. would be an exhilirating vindication. Oftentimes, in the marketing world, it’s better to be obvious and hated (by some)than merely unseen by everyone.
Your entries always make me think. That is a good thing! I like stimulation.
That really did not come out the way I wanted but maybe you get what I am trying to say.
Wow, that’s weird.
I love reading your blogs. You are truely an interesting person. MAKE a great day!
From one old codger to another: Hey, Merc, if you’re using any hormonic (is that a word? could be) type pills, watch out for that DHEA, it could make you too quick to go off on people if those people don’t do you just right. Make you not exactly irascible but certainly with more sensitivity to your buttons that can be pushed than is desirable.
I had aches in my forearms that would recur whenever I had to use them at all,a condition that arose from being a 12 hour a day driver for many years. Exercise with weights helped a little, but exercise and Androstat took the pain away completely in a very short while. Sometimes now I might remember to take half an androstat (androstenadione) after exercising, simply because I believe they might be good for me, but I’ve found by experiment that both mixed androgens (androstenadiol, etc.) and Dhea make me borderline irascible — that is, I don’t notice it until I’m pushed even the slightest little bit.
I got the idea in the first place from that baseball player who hit 70 home runs (the white guy). Can’t remember his name. He said he took androstat. They worked for him, apparently. And they worked fine for me, but watch yourself if taking any other kind; they may or may not be what you want. Or what’s good for you.
Hmm, sounds like the kind of reaction I had last night watching the Home and Garden channel- no, really! On Decorator’s Challenge (3 decorators come up with competing designs to win a job) this snooty ass designer proposed “south american hardwood” floors– and the stupid couple picked him. Were the floors gorgeous? Well, yeah- but I wanted to get in their face and scream “RAINFORESTS ARE BEING CLEARCUT SO YOU CAN HAVE ‘PRETTY FLOORS’ YOU SELF CENTERED IDIOTS!!”