July 13, 2009

Cheez louise.

At first I liked this story:
"We were excited about getting jobs; we hardly went anywhere without filling out an application. But once we were hired--as furniture sanders--we could not believe this was really what people did all day. Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone's job. Each line on the sidewalk, each saltine. Everyone had rotting carpet and a door to pay for. Aghast, we quit. There had to be a more dignified way to live. We needed time to consider ourselves, to come up with a theory about who we were and set it to music."
--"Something That Needs Nothing," by Miranda July
Then it got weird, like a bad imitation cheez ball.

There appears to be much confusion in the cheez ball world. Chowhounders lament the discontinuation (?) of Planters Cheez Balls. Some try to fight back by signing the petition. Others say that they're still being sold in Blockbusters stores, but that they taste different...in a bad way. Last of all, what on earth is this stuff? Cheez balls in a bag just seem wrong.

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