Pepsi Throwback

Have you seen the “new” Pepsi Throwback? Basically, it’s Pepsi from the ‘70s: In the old packaging but made with sugar.

It’s…sublime. It doesn’t leave a film in your mouth. It has a clean, refreshing taste. Swear to God, it actually bubbles nicer. The bubbles are sharper and more lively. I had this obsession a few years ago with trying to find soda that bubbled the way I remembered—and never could. (Returned a whole lot of fountain drinks as “flat”.)
In the mid-’80s, the soda companies switched from sugar to high fructose corn syrup. One of the reasons given for this is that HFCS is “easier to transport”. Curiously, the soda companies don’t use HFCS anywhere else in the world. Just the US. In fact, one trick used by sugar soda fans is to buy sodas imported from Mexico (which I’ve heard CostCo has).
So if it’s not transportation, why would soda companies use it? Well, the Federal Government subsidizes HFCS, making it slightly cheaper than sugar. The Federal Government also jacks up the price of sugar (to seven times the world price!), making sugar a lot more expensive.
It’s probably too soon to blame HFCS for obesity, liver disease, diabetes and autism, but not to soon to blame it for screwing up the soda experience. And never to soon to blame the government for making it all economical.
We already eat quite a bit of corn: On the cob, loose, as chips and tortillas, corn bread, polenta, etc. To then HFCS in virtually every sweetened product on the market? Probably a bad idea.
Meanwhile, the Snapple Company is coming out with Dr. Pepper “Heritage"—the sugar-based version of Dr. Pepper.
And the corn folks are already in full blown PR mode. You’ve probably seen the HFCS commercials. And if you search for it on the web, the industry sites are there. The recent indications of mercury being found in it, probably doesn’t help their image.
Having re-tasted the old sodas (and having drunk a lot of "gourmet” sodas over the years), I sure bet these guys don’t want to go head-to-head with sugar.

Oh, by the way: Tomorrow is the last day for Pepsi (and Mountain Dew) Throwback. I’m gonna stock up.

Can We Stop Calling Them Pro-Choice Now?

Look, I consider myself pro-choice. Ish. On the one hand, I embrace the pro-life argument: From conception, the zygote/embryo/fetus is a living organism; it’s human (I don’t really buy that it’s not quite human yet or whatever the justification is); morally, we’re left with murder, or at best, self-defense.

I guess I shouldn’t say “pro-choice” but “anti-law”. ‘cause if we take the moral absolute for our baseline for law, we end up with every woman’s uterus being a potential crime-scene. The potential for government mischief is boundless.
Abortions have always been done. The strongest deterrent, however, has probably been religion. I think if abortions are to be prevented, it’s really got to be up to religion. (It sure would be nice if the government stopped paying for them, though.)
But let’s not split hairs, shall we? While I think only a very small fraction of pro-life types are actually anti-sex or anti-choice, the mouthpieces of choice are, essentially, pro-abortion. The rabid hatred of Sarah Palin over Trig was indicative. But the howling over a benign Superbowl commercial that didn’t even mention abortion?
Yeah. You guys aren’t pro-choice. You’re pro-abortion. Abortion, remarkably, survived WWII without the taint of eugenics. Margaret Sanger was all about stopping the non-whites from reproducing, yet somehow remains a hero and frequently cited hero for Planned Parenthood. (At least the FBI has the taste to be a little ashamed of Hoover.) Planned Parenthood’s holy grail is forced sterilization; Not so much with the “pro-choice”.
Now all the feminist groups have aligned with the environmental groups, and the environmental groups have never relinquished their Malthusian influences either. John Holdren advises Obama on “science” matters, and he’s a big fan of forced abortions and other means of “birth control”, too.
So, yeah. Not pro-choice. Like many other slippery moral paths, an expression of a desire for “freedom” to do something traditionally considered immoral hides a desire to force people onto that path.

Conversations From The Living Room, Part 27: Notify The Proper Authorities

[The Barbarienne has had her “green drink"—a gawdawful juicing of leafy green vegetables—after which she gets a small portion of chips as a reward. But she had to run off to ballet class before she could eat them. She has come home from ballet, expecting her chips.]

"Give me my chips.”
“I’m sorry! It’s too close to dinner.”
“Give me my chips!”
“You can have them with dinner. I don’t want you to spoil your appetite.”
“…”
[The Barb walks away.]
[15 minutes pass.]
[The Barb comes back.]
“Give me my chips or I’ll call the police.”

This Is The Title Of A Post Attempting To Start A Blog War

This sentence presents the author of a post on another blog as a jackass. This sentence is a litany of his various past sins, stupid ideas and random odd mistakes, barely masking the fact that I just plain don’t like the guy, regardless of what particular position he’s staking out.

This sentence is the beginning of a fisking:

This sentence contains the thesis of the blog post, a trite and obvious statement cast as a dazzling and controversial insight.

This sentence points out that the trite and obvious statement is trite and obvious, and typical of (my narrow summation) of the the post author’s point-of-view.

This sentence claims that there are many people who do not agree with the thesis of the blog post as expressed in the previous sentence. This sentence speculates as to the mental and ethical character of the people mentioned in the previous sentence.

This sentence elicits the readers of my blog to mock this, as they are exactly the sort of people who disagree with the author’s thesis.

This sentence invites readers to respond freely and without constraint as long as those responses fall within certain parameters. This sentence consists of an Internet in-joke that doesn’t quite fit the topic.

This sentence mocks the blog’s commentors as humorless prigs of subnormal intelligence. This sentence invites my commentors to visit the authors blog and troll the comment section.

Last Night I Dreamed

Last night I dreamed

That I won a Grammy
It was presented to me
By Debbie Harry
I ran up on stage in my tux
I gulped and I said, “Aw, shucks.”
“I’d like to thank my producer,
and Jesus Christ.”
The audience gave me
A standing ovation
I shed tears of joy
I shed tears of elation
Behind the podium there
Debbie grabbed my derriere
And I’d like to thank my producer
And Jesus Christ.
I took my Grammy, and Debbie
And I walked off stage
We made the cover of Cashbox
And the Random Notes Page
In the weeks that followed
Things went fine for me
An Oscar, a Tony, and an Emmy
Bo Derek and Barbara Mandrell
Meryl Streep and Tammy Terell
A Pulitzer and a Nobel
Five gold and one bronze as well
And I’d like to thank my producer
And Jesus Christ.
(Congratulations to Loudon Wainwright III, for finally winning that elusive Grammy.)