Apparently, what happens is, I wake up with some innocuous or pleasant song in my head now, but when I go to sign on here, Billy Ocean comes back to haunt me. I swear, it really is a sickness.
Okay, on to what's really, really important. I wanted to celebrate the loss of 15 pounds over the past 6 months. That was about 5 pounds I'd gained over the winter, and 10 more I'd gained over the previous 10 years. Now I am back to my weight at age 29, and I look awesome. My breasts are not back to their age 29 perkiness, but they do still at least aim in the proper direction, so just, enough of that, mister! But anyway, I was treating myself to the Special candy bar that I only buy at certain key Moments of Life, only to discover that it, too, has been bought by the behemoth Hershey's corporation. Not only that, but it was all wrong and changed and wrong, and I was upset and by the time I arrived back home I had burst into tears.
Confused? I was, too, after first being angry that Heath was now smaller and in one piece, looking mighty like its truly inferior cousin, the Skor bar. Geez, is nothing sacred at all? Anyway, I realized that I was upset because it's my mother's candy bar. She died 15 years ago, and year by year by year, things that remind me of her just--go away, or change into something unrecognizable. Heath was bought by the Leaf company the year she died, but hadn't substantially changed until now. ::sigh:: I guess that whole company was bought by Hershey--I can't find out about them and their candy bars now appear on the Hershey's product page.
I ate the Heath bar, but the ritual was missing. The procedure was always to savor the top chocolate layer of one section, licking the top of the little toffee rectangle clean and then sucking on it until it melted away in my mouth, saving the other section for another time, giving up and wolfing it down a few minutes later. This thing was just like a regular old candy bar, though the chocolate was still more European-style than Hershey-style, and the toffee still has more of a subtle richness than Skor.
So I decided to boycott Hershey's Foods. I may be a capitalist, but this candy monopoly is truly a bummer. Every year, they all become more and more alike. And no one can afford to compete. Even the company that made Zagnut sold out to the Chocolate Man! Hershey's, I support your right to take over the world of chocolate, but I do not subscribe to it. I will miss Almond Joy and York peppermint patties, but I don't need a strip mall of chocolate bars in my life, anyway.
The Swiss company Nestle owns the rest of earth that Kraft and Unilever didn't get first. Eventually, one of them will own Hershey's, though a recent attempt by Nestle failed. Then they'll divide up into Eastasia, Eurasia and Oceania, even though they're really probably all the same person, and I'll be arrested for trying to roast my own cocoa beans to sell to underground purists, learn Big Brother's secret, end up having my mind retrained, and live out my years subsisting on Victory Gin, but in the meantime, no one has taken over Cherry Mash, and I'll take pleasure in knowing some of the little guys are still around.
Is this thing on?
Interestingly, this topic has come up for discussion at our house quite often over the past couple of weeks. Mainly, we've been discussing the issue of capitalism being mislabelled as a form of government. But it's easy to see why these concerns become muddled sometimes. I guess.
Just got in from mowing the "back 40," I think for the last time this year. Men don't mow right, always setting the blade too low. Where my dear kind neighbor had mowed around a bush that spreads across the property line, and where LP had mowed last time the deed was done was all brown and icky-looking. The tending of a lush, natural but neat-looking lawn is a subtle art, best left to those don't believe that everything needs to be Conquered By Man.
Sometimes I miss the midwest
Mostly Missouri. Just sometimes, though. The picture doesn't link to anything; it just made me happy. There's a link down below here somewhere.
Okay, I was never a huge Christopher Reeve fan, but I really loved this silly movie. I was going through a teensy Michael Caine phase, as I recall. But I also liked Reeve in that terrible movie with Jane Seymour? He was kind of hot in that...um, Somewhere in Time. It's kind of a crap movie, but was based on a fun idea. How weird and--sad?--there is an entire website based on that movie! They have conventions, people. He'll be remembered for a long time to come, I guess.