bliss out. fur in.
These are the things on my mind after an emotionally draining week and four pints on an empty stomach:
1) People don't listen to Jonathan Richmond enough and that is a goddamned shame.
2) Blisscotti, my favorite junk food evar, have gone from their beautiful packaging with the carefully chosen dark backgrounds and pretty scrollwork logo, so, to a crappy stupid idiotic Family Circle, bougie-checkout-line-mom package design, thus. And not only that, but they've changed their lineup from the delectable coffee chip, lemon zest, chocolate mint, vanilla bean and strawberry to the oh-so-soccer-mom, boring and predictable dark chocolate and raspberry, milk chocolate and coffee, dark chocolate and chocolate, and vanilla and milk chocolate. Instead of the classy, subtle, understated (and perfectly adequate) naked biscotti halves, they've gone to cookie halves slathered with chocolate. Again: bourgeois, predictable, pandering. I used to fantasize about working for these guys, since they're local; now I'll never eat another one. If I'd known they were changing packaging I'd have stocked up on each flavor. I mean, Jesus! Look at the change in fonts alone! I'm not usually so spiteful but I hope they crash and burn for this one. Unfortunately, the new dumbed-down product probably means they'll do very well. Oh, so sad. I hate to see good food compromise itself, and the fact that it's a cherished sweet hits hard.
Edit: about two weeks after this post, I was back at the store and noticed that the Blisscotti shelves were still packed full and rimmed with frost (e.g., they ain't sellin'). They're even still on twofer. They still had the static cling stickers featuring the previous package design on the freezer door, and I was so indignant that I pulled them both off and threw them to the floor. I am a rebel.
3) uspinmeround has finished the walls of his room in faux fur, and I am stupendously jealous. Barbarella has been one of my favorite movies since I saw it on DVD - it was actually the first DVD I ever watched. Until that point, sometime back in the late nineties, I had always associated Jane Fonda with aerobics and leg warmers and Ted Turner, and didn't understand the whole flap about her as a sex symbol. Until that point. The second I saw her floating around in that fur-lined spaceship, I got the joke, and I was an instant convert. It's too bad ... sometimes the drawback to being an old-school, Jim Rockford kind of a dude is that you're just that tiny bit less fabulous, and interesting things like fur-lined walls and fur outfits are just that much more out of your reach. Not that I'd give up a single one of my many chest hairs, or stop wearing a-shirts for any reason, but I'm just saying.
1) People don't listen to Jonathan Richmond enough and that is a goddamned shame.
2) Blisscotti, my favorite junk food evar, have gone from their beautiful packaging with the carefully chosen dark backgrounds and pretty scrollwork logo, so, to a crappy stupid idiotic Family Circle, bougie-checkout-line-mom package design, thus. And not only that, but they've changed their lineup from the delectable coffee chip, lemon zest, chocolate mint, vanilla bean and strawberry to the oh-so-soccer-mom, boring and predictable dark chocolate and raspberry, milk chocolate and coffee, dark chocolate and chocolate, and vanilla and milk chocolate. Instead of the classy, subtle, understated (and perfectly adequate) naked biscotti halves, they've gone to cookie halves slathered with chocolate. Again: bourgeois, predictable, pandering. I used to fantasize about working for these guys, since they're local; now I'll never eat another one. If I'd known they were changing packaging I'd have stocked up on each flavor. I mean, Jesus! Look at the change in fonts alone! I'm not usually so spiteful but I hope they crash and burn for this one. Unfortunately, the new dumbed-down product probably means they'll do very well. Oh, so sad. I hate to see good food compromise itself, and the fact that it's a cherished sweet hits hard.
Edit: about two weeks after this post, I was back at the store and noticed that the Blisscotti shelves were still packed full and rimmed with frost (e.g., they ain't sellin'). They're even still on twofer. They still had the static cling stickers featuring the previous package design on the freezer door, and I was so indignant that I pulled them both off and threw them to the floor. I am a rebel.
3) uspinmeround has finished the walls of his room in faux fur, and I am stupendously jealous. Barbarella has been one of my favorite movies since I saw it on DVD - it was actually the first DVD I ever watched. Until that point, sometime back in the late nineties, I had always associated Jane Fonda with aerobics and leg warmers and Ted Turner, and didn't understand the whole flap about her as a sex symbol. Until that point. The second I saw her floating around in that fur-lined spaceship, I got the joke, and I was an instant convert. It's too bad ... sometimes the drawback to being an old-school, Jim Rockford kind of a dude is that you're just that tiny bit less fabulous, and interesting things like fur-lined walls and fur outfits are just that much more out of your reach. Not that I'd give up a single one of my many chest hairs, or stop wearing a-shirts for any reason, but I'm just saying.
