Which is silly speak for “I fucked up”.

Went to the bank after wound care today. Withdrew the cash to pay Joe the rent and to buy the usual monthly “reloadable^[1]” (ha) credit card with $500 (the max) on it.

See, I was really, really hoping that my new card would not suffer from the mysterious “we cannot verify this card at this time” error that fucked with me last month.

But what I failed to take into account was that by buying another card, I was betting rather heavily on it working this time.

And it did not. Same goddamned error. Argh.

And now I am in an awkward position because as things stand right now, I have $500 tied up in a card that I can’t use to buy groceries and there is no way to get that $500 back because these cards don’t allow cash withdrawals.

They are honestly kind of shady. But they are all I have if I want to pay for things online.

And seeing as last time I checked, I wasn’t Amish, I kinda do.

Right now, I have $375-ish in cash. That normally goes to pay for Denny’s, but I can pay for my Denny’s with the card this month, leaving the cash for groceries.

But I don’t think that’s quite enough for a month’s worth of groceries – or at least, that is too close to being not enough for my comfort.

It amounts to $93.75 a week, and honestly. my grocery bill is rarely that high, so it honestly should be fine.

And if I get really worried, there’s a few things I can get off of Amazon.ca, and they still accept my credit card, so they will get my moolah.

Hopefully, that will all turn out to be a stopgap measure and I will find another way to get my groceries delivered besides imposing on poor Julian to do it.

No matter how decrepit I get, I will still do everything myself if I can.

I’m the stubbornly independent type and I don’t like having to rely on others for the simple actions of life…. like buying groceries.

Dammit, with all the delivery services around, it should be a golden age for us shut-ins!

When my problems were mostly psychological, I was an urban hermit. But now that I am physically disabled too, I’m a shut in.

Anyhow, I will once more Google around to see if there is another store or service through which I could get my goddamned groceries.

Surely Instacart can’t be the only game in town.

Maybe the new card will work with that PC Express thingy.

It’s not likely, but what the hell, it’s worth a try.

More after the break.

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This is brilliant :

Wonderful things can happen when math and liberalism get together.

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I love that dude!

The Donair Dude, that is.

That’s who I ordered from tonight. Damn I love their food. It’s Mediterranean food in the same sense that Pizza Hut is Italian food.

Not that I am complaining. I have never given the tiniest of shits about how “authentic” the food I am eating is.

Authenticity is a bourgeoisie phantom through which the dominant white culture tries in vain to find meaning in other cultures by raiding them for whatever seems most “real” to them because to them it’s not part of the cultural background noise.

Once the dominant culture finds something “authentic”, they immediately swallow, digest, and excrete it with all the supposed magic of “authenticity” drained out of it because now, it too is part of the cultural background noise.

When I was a kid, Italian restaurants were everywhere and extremely popular. They had a Tiffany glass and subdued light aesthetic and they were nice family restaurants that were independently owned, often by nice families.

But then the pizza chains came in and bulldozed the little guys out of business. Now all of Italian food is just part of the mainstream Canadian diet.

It’s not even ethnic food any more. It’s just food. Spaghetti and meatballs, macaroni and cheese, lasagna. penne, fettucine alfredo, all completely mainstream now.

So no, I don’t give a shit how “authentic” your food is. It’s a meaningless term

All I want to know is if it tastes good. If it tastes good, and won’t hurt me, I will eat it. And I don’t care if it’s truly “authentic” or faker than a Twinkie.

Besides, when a restaurant claims to be “authentic”, you know they are lying because if the food was truly “authentic” you’d probably hate it.

Why? Because the real thing has not been adjusted to appeal to the Western palate.

If you were to teleport into a rural Chinese household and grab the plate out of the nearest person’s hand and try it, you would likely think it was disgusting.

But restaurant owners here know that most people have no idea what the “authentic” cuisine of their ethnicity even looks like, let alone tastes like, and therefore all you have to do is tell your customers your good contains this mystical, magical ingredient called “authenticity” and they will be happy.

It would be funny to have someone (I’m looking at you, Amos) give a group of pretentious white people a TRULY “authentic” Chinese meal, complete with low quality water, tiny servings due to government rationing, no meat whatsoever, and all of the produce still having tiny amounts of the cow shit used to fertilize it on it.

Wow, it’s like you are right there having an authentic Chinese experience of poverty, malnutrition, water born illnesses, no access to a hospital, and ruthless indoctrination!

You said you wanted a real, authentic Chinese meal! Well I hope you like it, round eye, because you all have dysentery now!

Or is that maybe a scootch too dark?

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.