Wow, I had a lighthearted post all written in my mind as I was coming home a little while ago, and then I heard the news about Phillip Seymour Hoffman. What a loss. I have been admiring his abilities for years, even as far back as Leap of Faith, one of my all-time fave movies.
He's also memorable in The Big Lebowski, even though he's one of the few actors that doesn't get to utter the line "that rug really tied the room together."
RIP, Phil. Drugs are so very very scary, and they just destroy lives. You cannot control them. If you use them at all, particularly heroin, it ends up enslaving you. I have seen drugs wreak havoc on people I love and that's what makes it tough for me to stomach the growing movement to legalize marijuana.
On to lighter topics...
I let Michael sleep in and I went to Kroger this morning about 11:30, hoping to beat the church crowd. I did, pretty much. However, the Superbowl Zombies were out.
What? You aren't familiar with the Superbowl Zombies?!
Let me describe a a typical Superbowl Zombie. He is male, between 25 and 45, and he carries a shopping basket because getting a cart doesn't look macho enough. He wanders Kroger looking haunted, searching and searching for the beer [front of store, Dude] and the chips [middle, behind the pharmacy]. He is pitiful, scared, and defiant, all at once. He needs groceries for the superbowl party, and he knows this is the place, but it scares him.
There is a counterpart. The Superbowl Shopping Date Guy. He wanders around Kroger asking his girlfriend where everything is, and arguing about what chips to buy. She often looks as clueless as he does.
I shop that Kroger every week and I know where everything is. I know what they stock. I should hire myself out as a tour guide on Superbowl Sunday.
I was vastly amused to see this display this morning:
Some marketing genius came up with a yuppie-fied version of moonshine, right down to the mason jars. It's a malt beverage, though, some kinda fancied up beer, not the real deal.
Not that I advocate drinking 'shine. Tried it once, in college. Got sick drunk. Don't advocate using it for anything except possibly cleaning off tools.
Of course, they also had a HUGE display of chicken wings.
Normally, I go to Publix for wings. Their wings are far superior to Kroger's, in my opinion. I was therefore amused to see this huge display of wings at Kroger. I tried one of the BBQ wings. Not bad. I asked the guy how much per lb. "We don't sell them by the pound."
Really?! Since when??
"We sell these by the piece. 79 cents a piece."
How did he say that with a straight face?!
GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY!! Price gouging at the Kroger. Taking advantage of the helpless Superbowl Zombies so desperate to have pre-cooked wings they would pay $8-10 for a lb. of chicken wings!! Not me. I wasn't born yesterday.
I will be watching the Superbowl this year, but for 3 reasons. One, the national anthem is being sung by an opera singer - so for maybe the first time in my memory it will be sung RIGHT!! Two, I like Bruno Mars and he's doing the halftime show. Three, I want to see the commercials.
I am not particularly interested in football. However, I will cheer for the Seahawks. I have family in Washington State [Hi Bill and Wendy!] and friends who live out there, so I will cheer for the Seahawks.
Our Superbowl Supper will be BLT's, but we don't use lettuce. Sliced bread, sliced tomatoes on top, then some good sliced cheese [I got Havarti] and a couple of small pieces of bacon. Run it under the broiler until the cheese melts. YUM. Seriously.
