Life, Death and PopTarts

There is no life to be found in violence. Every act of violence brings us closer to death.
~ bell hooks

At least 16 people in Lewiston, Maine are dead courtesy of Robert Card, a 40 year old white dude, currently packing big heat and on the loose. He was a firearms instructor and member of the Army Reserve. So, this wasn’t some weekend gun freak. Card could hit who he aimed at.

Androscoggin County is pretty much locked down until Bobby’s been nailed. I'd like to know what his motivation was. There are no Jews in Lewiston. .3% of the residents are Muslim and 22.9% are Catholic. The place is 83.4% white. This hardly a diverse population.

FWIW, Lewiston is about three hours north of me. Also, I imagine that fiercely dimwitted Maine senator, Susan Collins, will state, any minute now, that she’s sure Card’s learned his lesson and won’t do this again.
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I have a friend who believes brown sugar cinnamon PopTarts are an acceptable PopTart. She is wrong of course, as frosted strawberry are the only true PopTart.

and how I wish this was all the world had to worry about today.
~ Marissa Rothkopf

This simple pronouncement gave birth to a wonderful Thread where people good-naturedly debated the merits and flaws of PopTart flavors.

I stand with your friend. CBS is the only way to go. Unlike the fake berry types, the flavors are authentic. No need to toast them to bring out their essence.
~ the.internezzo

PopTarts have an essence? Who knew?

Frosted ones are terribly overrated. Give me the original Strawberry without the frosting.
~ terpteam33

No frosting? That's blasphemous!

Ugh strawberry. Frosted blueberry is the best, with cherry as a distant second. I'm outraged you would make such a foolish statement!
~ hogiemom

Sam’s Club sells a combo box with both. Discuss.
~ dougfindsafriend

PopTart aficionados naturally have strong feelings and the discussion occasionally became heated (toasted?). It was hilarious and exactly what I needed after a day of searching the news for updates on the wars in Ukraine and Israel, the House Speaker horseshit and Cheeto trials.What was the end result of all this commercial pastry/guilty pleasure talk? Jen and I, before she left for work, discussed our preferences. We’re both firmly on Team Brown Sugar Cinnamon. I mean, fer fuck’s sake, it’s late October—that shit’s a hell of a lot more seasonal than all that pumpkin spice crap.Speaking of which, I have a big bag of pumpkin spice frosted pretzels in the cupboard that I need to unload. Why’d I pick them up? Seemed like a good idea at the time. The first pretzel is excellent. The second is less transporting. The third? No, no, NO—we’re totes done here.

Never hit Fresh Market when you’re feeling snack-ish. Just FYI.
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Saw this while scrolling around yesterday:The best thing a therapist told me “you’re not lazy, you only have a certain amount of energy and right now you’re using it all to survive,”

Okay, that’s a little over the top for me right now but still…I needed to see it. I DO feel like a lazy slug. I take one day off from the rehab exercises, walking and/or the elliptical and I lose all sense of how much I’ve accomplished.

I record all my efforts in a journal but, once the week is done, I never look at it again. Bad Donna. The diary is supposed to help me keep track of my progress over time but, more, it’s a guilt trippy way to keep me exercising throughout the week.

Hi, my name is Donna and I suffer from Success Amnesia.