hiatus.

so it's been a few days since i've posted anything sweet or snotty, but unless i find something post-worthy over the weekend, it's going to be a few more. i'm taking a trip to peru, and won't be returning until sept 12, when i'm sure my life will be consumed by job-hunting and football season. so we'll see. until then...

hump day

my friend, a violence and injury prevention specialist (whatever that means), shared this link.

according to a new study, suicides are most likely to occur on wednesdays. while those interviewed for the story cautiously offered work stress, at its height in the middle of the week, as a possible reason, here are my guesses:

there's nothing good on tv on wednesdays. consider the law and order franchise. monday is the classic law and order, a good way to start the week. tuesday is SVU, so it only gets better. but then on wednesday, you're stuck with criminal intent. shoot me.

no one goes out on wednesdays. thursdays everyone is raring for happy hour. friday everyone's like wooo, let's start the weekend! but wednesday? no one wants to do shit on wednesday. except maybe hang themselves.

wednesday is the worst day for sushi. a lot of restaurants get their shipments on thursday, in preparation for the weekend rush. this means that by wednesday, you're getting all the leftover week-old fish. if THAT doesn't kill you, you might just off yourself.

wednesday is commonly referred to as "hump day." but if you're not getting humped, you just feel like shit.

the way wednesday is spelled makes no fucking sense. and if you try to make sense of it, you'll just go batshit crazy, and potentially leap from a building.

more theories? post them in comments.

my one-woman campaign to save sbarro.

buzzfeed also lists 14 things that the recession will help us lose. but it made me think of the one thing i truly hope weathers the economic storm, and that is sbarro. last june, slumping mall sales attributed to the pizza chain's $5.7 million loss.

now, look: i'm not going to defend sbarro's shitty pizza, though i did live on the stuff all through college. but i do NOT want to live in a world where i can't have their garlic knots, baked ziti and spaghetti any time i get suckered into a mall! i don't know what they put in those spaghetti noodles, but it is my weakness. my kryptonite. my salvation.

please, everyone. join my campaign. i promise you a world without sbarro is a sad, tragic world indeed.

subway seafood sensation

i recently visited subway (and remarked on the chips), and had my interest piqued by the "seafood sensation." i should note that it caught my eye because, despite having grown up near the chesapeake bay area and developing quite a snobbishness for maryland blue crab, i do like imitation crab. it's not because it tastes anything like actual crabmeat (it's usually made of pollock), i just like the way it tastes. you know, kind of like tofurkey isn't really turkey-like, but still not bad to eat.

so anyway, i went back and ordered the sub. and i thought it was funny, because the guy in front of me was ordering it too. "it's just been there on the menu, staring at me," he said. "i finally decided i had to try it." we were very much on the same wavelength, but he went so far as to tell the sandwich artist to "put whatever toppings you think would be good on it, man." not me. i opted for lettuce, tomato, green peppers, onions, black olives, mustard, and black pepper.

now, i've always said that all subway sandwiches taste the same. they're usually so skimpy on the deli meat that whatever sandwich you get inevitably tastes only like bread + the toppings you put on it. but i made a special point to try out the actual "sensation."

it wasn't half bad. it's a little heartier than most imitation crabmeat (and it's circular, not in sticks), and not all gooped up in mayo. (it's still not good for you though, despite its relative low calorie count, it's packed with fat and sodium).

i went on the subway website, and it's not mentioned prominently, which means it's probably just a test product now. but it's in southern california for the moment, and one of the perma-$5 footlongs. it might make you happy. worked on me.

malcolm gladwell and the moral hazard myth

as debate over national health care rolls on in congress, i am reminded of one of the most poignant and memorable articles i have ever read. it was published in a 2005 issue of the new yorker but is still [ if not more ] relevant today.

i thought about bullet-pointing the striking parts of the article for those who don't wish to read it, but i truly feel it would be doing gladwell [ and the uninsured ] a huge disservice. if you don't believe in "socialized medicine" and don't think we need reform, you need to take a look. and even if you do, some of the facets you learn in this article are too critical to pass up.

** if you're curious as to what prompted this entry, it was the drudge report's cover story labeled "TAX THEM!" with this picture:

boccalone

tasty salted pig parts. need i say more? last week my good friend scott cooked up a feast with his boccalone order. he found the recipes on their website and i'm kicking myself for not taking pictures. he served pork belly with canteloupe melon as an appetizer, made pizzeta with soft salami, pasta with giancale (cheek), and brussel sprouts with pancetta. it was amazing.

treasure island festival

if my good friend weren't getting married in virginia that weekend, the treasure island festival is surely where i'd be. [ i've already reamed her for it; direct quote: "you better fucking love me." ] the line-up is absurd, and tickets go on sale this friday. hurry. go, because i can't.

welcome to sugar booger

this is my repository for all things sweet and snotty. things i find that amuse me, or which i can totally turn my nose down on. now, i realize there are plenty of blogs out there that show cool gadgets or videos or websites or what have you. but i hope to bring together some diverse interests... music, politics, video, pop culture, writing, and other general awesomeness. let's see if it works.