i went to the grocery store yesterday.

that's not normally something worth giving a second thought to, much less writing about. trips there have a tendency to be horrendous, mostly because there never seems to be a time where business is slow, and they never seem to have enough people working the checkout lines. i've pretty much gotten used to that, it helps that, generally, when i go shopping, i'm not really in any sort of a rush. lately, however, i've been trying to avoid it if at all possible, mostly because all the grocery workers around here are on strike.

there's a lot i don't understand about organized labor, i mean i've heard jimmy hoffa is buried in the endzone at giants stadium. luckily, however, there is exemplary social commentary on the subject, the vast majority and highest quality of which comes from the mouth of homer j. simpson. i'm thinking of the one where the teachers in springfield go on strike and lisa mentions it in the living room, hearing about it homer says "lisa, if you hate your job you don't strike, you just go in every day and do it really half-assed."

genius, utter, utter genius.

feeling: ok
thinking of: 91º in october, that's what
music: "worker's song" dropkick murphys