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As part of a plan that involves being money-smarter and food-healthier, I'm really trying to get crackin' again with cooking and generally being a kitchenette diva. This means a bit of planning, and also means Sunday afternoons and evenings are turning into a bit of a cooking fest for me. I made dinner (for today and tomorrow, and hell, probably enough leftovers for a lunch or two also), cooked up a batch of tofu scramble for breakfasts this week, and even have a coffee cake in the oven right now. AND I managed to get out running.

One nice thing about this regimen -- besides a lot of good eatin' -- is that, for instance, I went shopping at Sunflower today and came away with two very stuffed bags of food for less than 20 dollars. This is the wonder of being vegan -- it's almost all veggies and such when you get going with proper cooking and don't rely on premade foods.

So, I've probably eaten healthier in the past week than I have in months. Gotta keep this going so I can be super healthy Gregory, and frugal Gregory to boot (that last one an important part of the Save Up For A Laptop Campaign).

Vegetarian writes article about "Vegetarian Myths, debunked" for Slate, saying, essentially, that hey, vegetarians are just like you, dudes. Vegetarian sets out to clear up some misconceptions and stereotypes. Some of this good. Yes, indeed, we're not all health-nuts, woo-addicts, or whatever. But then Vegetarian has to go and write this:

A select few herbivores go one step further and avoid all animal products—milk, eggs, honey, leather—and they call themselves vegan, which rhymes with "tree men." These people are intense.

Vegan facepalms, and thanks the leather shoe wearing vegetarian for the sweeping generalizations about vegans. Because lordie knows, the way to fight stereotypes affecting your sorry ass is to smack some on some other folk. Ass. Hat.

I do appalud the bit about restaurants, though. Honestly, I hate being presented with a pile of vegetables and being told it's dinner.

Now, if you don't mind, I have to contact the PETA Commando Squad and call out a strangulation-by-hemp hit on someone.

Here's an example of why. Sometimes it's not the big, gory stuff -- the slaughterhouses, the massive factory farms housing tens of thousands of suffering animals -- but the small things. Like the life of one chimp.

We are such an arrogant species.

I'm having one of those days where I'm unable to deal with a society where the pursuit of money, more and more money, is deemed by many to be the chief occupation of life.

This puts me in an awkward spot, to say the least.

Suffice to say that if I never hear another sentence's worth of Libertarian Economic Theory, it will be too soon.

(Libertarian Economic Theory = Theology for Mammonists. Discuss amongst yourselves)

On a related note, I'm sick of idiot-simplistic discussions of Rights that translates "rights" to mean "I can do anything I want.." It's this notion that leads, among other things, to foodies crying Nazism when someone suggests that forcefeeding geese to deliberately sicken their livers might, you know, *just* qualify as cruel. "You don't want people to have fun!" they cry back.

I feel, eternally, like the outsider