Sxosteknology 2.0

With my consulting job and my chores around the farm, this weblog has gotten to be too much to keep up with. But I've still got something to say. Hecka something! So follow me @Sxostek on twitter to keep up with the opinions of this sociologist-organic farmer.

Going north

Well, I guess you suckers got what you wanted: another corporate shill for a President. Admittedly, Barack Obama is not as bad as George W. Bush, but he's still hecka lame. Think about it: when did you ever hear Obama talk about helping the poor? About single-payer healthcare for all? About legalizing pot? About gay marriage? Answer: never. He just went on about bourgeois middle-class values and tax cuts -- tax cuts! -- when we have a budget deficit and an insufficient social safety net.

Obama has deluded you fools into thinking that he's something different from the ordinary corporate-bought-and-paid-for politician in Washington or Chicago, but he's not. He's on-board with the Wall Street bail-out, but where's the money for regular folks who are losing their homes, their jobs, their medical insurance. Well, I'll tell you where it is: Canada.

Lots of celebrities have said that they'd move to Canada if so-and-so lost the election. Well, Blake and I are doing it. I'm packing up the laser disc player and headed north. We're starting a co-operative marijuana farm in British Columbia -- and it's all organic. Soon, that Canadian flag on my backpack be accurate, as well as tactful.

So, this is the end of my blogging for a while. Thanks to all of you who have read, and if you're ever in the BC and looking to get high, look me up!

Zo long, and thanks for the maltyness

Hi friends.

Sorry I haven't blogged at you in a while. To be honest, this election has got me feeling down. I was able to convince my new friend, Blake, to vote for Nader, but I can't seem to get anyone else on board. The polls are bad, even in a city like Seattle, which I thought was progressive. All of the so-called lefties hereabouts seem to be hooked on Obama; despite the fact that he hangs out with plenty of decent lefties, I can't shake the feeling that he's just another Gore-Kerry corporate Democrat.

What's worse, and what's got me blogging today, is that corporate giant MolsonCoors has announced that they will discontinue the production of Zima. Faithful readers of this blog will know that Zima is among be favorite beverages, along with RC Cola. In the face of falling sales, the right thing to do would be to release the recipe into the public domain, ensuring that loyal Zima-drinkers could continue to enjoy their favorite malt beverage. Instead, it will probably be locked away in some vault full of Adolph Coors's fascist memorabilia, awaiting the day when Zima will be retro, and acceptable to hipsters.

Well, that's just lame. Hecka lame.

Fatty apartheid

Well, I warned you before about this, but now they've gone and done it: the City Council of Los Angeles has banned fast-food restaurants in South Los Angeles, which is apparently one of the impoverished parts of that city. Or, rather, they banned new fast-food restaurants; I guess the existing ones get a monopoly now. Councilwoman Jan Perry, who looks like a skinny bitch herself, is the one who proposed the bill, which passed unanimously.

I guess poor people don't deserve to taste the delicious Western Bacon Six-Dollar Burger from Carl's Jr. (pictured at right). I'll admit, it's not best to eat one everyday, but shouldn't people get that choice? Even Saletan thinks this is a mistake.

Further, as much as I think the government should help people to make the right choices, I fail to see how this bill will acheive the city council's goal (destroying all fatties). After the mayor (a slim fucker, himself) signs this into law, the number of fast-food places in South LA will be the same, as will their menu options. Sure, no one else can open a fast-food joint, but that just increases the value of the existing franchises, because now if you want to sell burgers in South Central, you have to buy out an existing place.

I can tell you this: this would never have happened back in Philly. We like our mayors fat, our councilwomen fat, and our sports mascots fat. Maybe I should move back to Manayunk; the West Coast looks hecka unwelcoming to this pudgy fella.

Back from vacation

Things here in Seattle started getting a bit stagnant, so I went on a little vacation recently. First, a visit to the folks in Manayunk, then a trip to Provincetown. The town was hecka charming, but there was no action to be had, so I watched Battlestar Gallactica on my iPhone.



Passing back through Philly, I picked up the Inquirer to find this story about the corrupt politics of my home state. Apparently, the anti-progressive Democrats used taxpayers' money to fund their efforts to keep Ralph Nader off the ballot in 2004. And these people are supposed to be liberal? I'm glad I got out of that corrupt state. On the other hand, if things here in Seattle don't pick up, I may move to P-town for a while. Oh, heck yeah.

Zzzzzzz

Time magazine reported that the most long-lived and productive people get 6 or 7 hours of sleep, not the 8 hours our doctors always tell us to get. Sleeping longer than 8 hours is apparently linked with depression and obesity. I sleep about 9 hours a day. But am I fleshy because I sleep too much, or do I sleep too much because I'm wide of bottom? I think the huskiness may be linked with the handful of Mary Janes I ate this morning. Then again, I took a nap after that, so who knows?

I'm actually going to be back in Manayunk this weekend, so if anyone wants to have a Zima and watch some arena football, give me a call at my parents' house.

Still alive

Hi friends, I haven't posted in a while, but I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive. I'm enjoying life, lately, so there's less to bitch about. I got new wheels for my Segway, and my personal affairs have been hopeful. But not in that fake-hope Obama sense. Hopeful in a real, progressive, anti-corporate way.

Dang, now I'm all angry again.

This isn't going to help. I should really stop reading Saletan.