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An Open Letter

As I’m sure many of you can imagine, ever since the diabetes diagnosis, I’ve been paying extra special attention to the nutritional information of the foods I buy. This is particularly true of convenience foods like protein shakes and snack bars, since many of them are diabetic-friendly and many of them… aren’t.

And I’ve noticed something. A lot of the brands have specially marked varieties for diabetics. "Diabetic" this and "glucose control" that. And you know what?

Very often–not always, but often–the "diabetic-friendly" variety has the exact same nutritional values and components as other low-carb varieties sold by the same brand, and yet they cost 20 to 25% more.

Let me say that again. They’re charging 20 to 25% more for something that said "diabetic" on the label, but is otherwise identical to other low-carb options.

So, to the brands/manufacturers in question, on behalf of not only diabetics, but anybody with a soul: Fuck you, you parasites. I don’t know if there’s a Hell, but if not, someone ought to invent one specially for you.

Day the 9th

19068 / 70000 words. 27% done!

Unfortunately, I am not 27% done according to the outline. Heck, I still have a few hundred words left to write on this chapter. (Though at least I get to write the book’s first gruesome, bloody death in those few hundred words.)

Now, there’s still plenty of time for it to balance out; later chapters could be shorter than I anticipated, just as this one’s been a lot longer. But if not, the book’s going to wind up longer than I’d planned for. Not a disaster–it was a pretty short book to start with–but it’ll throw my schedule off a bit.

Tune in four months from now…

For the record? I hate season-ending cliffhangers. Hate them. With a burning passion that exceeds all rational limits. I don’t find them intriguing; I find them annoying and manipulative. I don’t mind waiting for a couple of weeks, if necessary, but a season? Not so much.

If I like a show, I’m going to keep watching. If I don’t like a show, I’m not. Never, not once, has finding out the end of a cliffhanger been responsible for me sticking with a show I wasn’t enjoying. I don’t know anyone who it has worked on. On the other hand, I have occasionally been driven away from a show by a season-ending cliffhanger that felt too manipulative.

So, TV producers? Cut it the hell out!

This is a test

This is only a test.

Had this been an actual blog entry, there would have been some content. Or, well, given my posting history, maybe not…