Limited Edition Exclusive Contempt
I had a blog that was prepped and ready to write itself brewing in my head this morning. I can't quite remember the moment it began to gestate inside of my head. It kind of started peaking around the moment I was passing Blockbuster Video a few blocks down from work. Something about seeing another "Going Out Of Business" sign started the wheels turning. Nothing like a good business-closing/job-loss story to kick off another week.
Or maybe it was rather to put a cap on the past four days? Then again, there's no way to really tell as of yet. It might just seem as such due to my breaking one of my cardinal rules on Friday night. While searching for a belt on the cheap so as to keep the already dire possibility of attaining a few comic books alive, I did what I vowed to never do again. I went to Walmart.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the emporium to consumer indulgence and banality, I sighed and hung my head in shame. Yet another feeble attempt at self-righteous indignation tossed by the wayside. However, this new-and-improved ultra-Walmart was not like the original "pit of societal dregs". While the persons that ironic printed t-shirts were created for still filled the aisles in search of marked-down Superman boxer shorts and near-expired Halloween candy, the interior itself was doing it's best impression of an actual store.
With the $5 I was able to save on a new belt, I headed to my next shame fix - Taco Bell. Not that Taco Bell was ever a beacon of actual food, it used to bear a certain standard of quality that allowed for human consumption without the use of a stomach pump. No longer though, as it has become a checkpoint for hit-or-miss cuisine, ranging from edible punishment to creating a need to go casket shopping. Unlike my usual frowny face followed by tossing of remaining mess followed by mild grumbling about how I am "never going back", I actually followed all of the usual steps up with a complaint email. After letting the corporate brass of TB know that their "food" is tantamount to Spackle resembling what I would imagine a roadkill pigeon to taste like, I was ready to polish off another disappointing weekend.
How does one relate to the other? If such a relation exists, it may just stem from my "cracked glass 4/5 empty" worldview. A general view of a world around me that seems to be spiraling ever downward. The quality of even the most un-quality-like goods and services is dismal and being supplanted by bigger and increasingly more faceless corporate conglomerates. Everything gets bigger and faster while becoming less convenient and durable. Yet, here I am…amidst it all, a willing participant. Why? Because as Lewis Black firmly states, "Why the fuck not?"
Playlist 10-26-09
All things Angelicos
Or maybe it was rather to put a cap on the past four days? Then again, there's no way to really tell as of yet. It might just seem as such due to my breaking one of my cardinal rules on Friday night. While searching for a belt on the cheap so as to keep the already dire possibility of attaining a few comic books alive, I did what I vowed to never do again. I went to Walmart.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the emporium to consumer indulgence and banality, I sighed and hung my head in shame. Yet another feeble attempt at self-righteous indignation tossed by the wayside. However, this new-and-improved ultra-Walmart was not like the original "pit of societal dregs". While the persons that ironic printed t-shirts were created for still filled the aisles in search of marked-down Superman boxer shorts and near-expired Halloween candy, the interior itself was doing it's best impression of an actual store.
With the $5 I was able to save on a new belt, I headed to my next shame fix - Taco Bell. Not that Taco Bell was ever a beacon of actual food, it used to bear a certain standard of quality that allowed for human consumption without the use of a stomach pump. No longer though, as it has become a checkpoint for hit-or-miss cuisine, ranging from edible punishment to creating a need to go casket shopping. Unlike my usual frowny face followed by tossing of remaining mess followed by mild grumbling about how I am "never going back", I actually followed all of the usual steps up with a complaint email. After letting the corporate brass of TB know that their "food" is tantamount to Spackle resembling what I would imagine a roadkill pigeon to taste like, I was ready to polish off another disappointing weekend.
How does one relate to the other? If such a relation exists, it may just stem from my "cracked glass 4/5 empty" worldview. A general view of a world around me that seems to be spiraling ever downward. The quality of even the most un-quality-like goods and services is dismal and being supplanted by bigger and increasingly more faceless corporate conglomerates. Everything gets bigger and faster while becoming less convenient and durable. Yet, here I am…amidst it all, a willing participant. Why? Because as Lewis Black firmly states, "Why the fuck not?"
Playlist 10-26-09
All things Angelicos
Oh come now, Taco Bell food isn't that bad TASTING, I actually find much of it quite addictingly tasty, it's just what it does to one's insides that's bad. Walmart on the other hand - all bad.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what Taco Bell you've been visiting, but the ones I got to either suck REALLY bad or they see me coming and go "Quick! Get the spackle!!!"
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