Random bits of non-pork

Sometimes it isn't the things scumbags do when they're being scumbags that bother me as much as the things some men do when they think they're being nice'n'friendly. When people are busy trying to diminish the worth of someone else and think not just that it's right but that it's kind and don't know why anyone would object... this disturbs me. Of course, the fact that the guy who prompted this bit o'babble was already thoroughly inebriated before noon probably had some effect on his social skills.

And then I get online later and see what the scumbags are doing when they know they're being scumbags and I wonder why I ever joined this human species in the first place.

And then I look at my friends and think it might be worth it after all.

In other news, today the "Specialty Meats" section of the grocery store was filled, not just with pork ears, but with pork tails, pork feet, and pork stomachs. One lonely package of ox tails whimpered in the corner of the refrigerator case, wondering what it had done to deserve being trapped in the country of random pork parts. I'm guessing there must be some weird New Year's tradition involving these assorted pig pieces, but I'm not convinced I ever need to know.

Speaking of New Year's traditions--if the custom of eating collard greens on New Year's began because green leafy vegetables bear some resemblance to dollar bills and therefore should by sympathetic magic bring prosperity in the new year, what will become traditional once all our currency has become multicolored? Will people fight over those fancy assortments of red and purple lettuces instead?

For the curious: My New Year's meal will include green leafies in the form of mustard greens & a little bit of kale (today's kale selection was looking a little worn around the edges--otherwise the ratios would be reversed), black-eyed peas, brown rice, and kielbasa. Also blue corn tortilla chips & way too much guacamole & hummus. Mmm... hummus.

I considered going into DC to see if any good celebrations were going on tonight, but it's just not as much fun if I don't have an almanac to carry around with me. I think somebody should organize a National Almanac-Carrying Day. Wouldn't that be fun? (If you for some reason haven't yet read about the almanac thing, the short version is this: "The FBI is warning police across the U.S. to be alert for people carrying almanacs, cautioning that the popular reference books covering everything from abbreviations to weather trends could be used for terrorist planning." I really, really want an almanac now.)

There was more I wanted to say, but I think I'll go eat some more hummus instead. Mmmm... hummmmus.

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While rapidly scrolling down a page just now, I saw the words "pick myself up and throw myself forward." Looked back at the page and those words were very clearly not there.


I'm not sure I want to know.