is funny. You have to pay attention. Just reading a recommendation for corn tortillas. The product name is ‘…Handmade Style Soft Corn Tortillas, Yellow’. Note they are not ‘handmade’. They are ‘handmade STYLE’. Excuse me? What does that even mean? I get ‘country style’ because that has some actual meaning. It implies food made with fat and gravy and all the things you wish you could eat every day but don’t because you don’t want to keel over dead before you reach 30. But ‘handmade style’? ‘This is a lot like if we used our actual hands to make it, but instead we used machinery. Machinery hands. Yeah, that’s what we used.’ ‘Machinery style’ would be more accurate. Or better yet, ‘made by machinery, like everything else you eat in today’s USA.’ ‘With ingredients that have been sent to China for processing and then shipped back.’ This still bothers the hell out of me. Send the chicken to China and let them make the breaded patties and nugget-shaped bits and whatever else you can do with chicken, and then ship it all back here. Fresh. Oh, yeah. There is no real, fresh, actual food style food left anymore. If you can’t grow it yourself and are not friendly with someone who does, or rich enough to buy it and have it shipped to you (canceling out the ‘fresh’, btw) what can you do?
Yeah, I just like this gif.

>January 31st

On the other subject that rules my life, I am somewhat better today. Less pain again. I do not understand this illness. If I can have A good day, why can’t I have ALL good days. Why are the good ones so few and far between, but when they happen, I am almost like a real person? What makes the difference? Not a clue. That’s my new middle name: Not-A-Clue. Frustrating.