There are days when I wish I was Boingboing. No, really. Because if I were Boingboing, I could blog about friggin’ Bacon of the Month Clubs all day long, and have a everybody on the planet clicking on my ads while I sat in my hot tub dictating posts.
But we’re not. We have self-respect, or dignity, or an understanding that the blogosphere can only support so many Boingboings before collapsing under the combined weight of Make-inspired recyclable 80211 mesh community networks made out of Annie’s Vegan mac and cheese soya packet liners.
But that won’t prevent us from blogging about the bacon of the month club. Five words that forever, completely and irrefutably demonstrate the superiority of capitalism over all other forms of economic organization that have ever been tried.
I love what emerges from disposable income, and look forward to the club of the month club, which will be a harbinger of either the apocalypse or the singularity. The club of the month club will join all these clubs, and randomly route you a product from each of them monthly. One month you’ll get chocolate, one month you’ll get fine Californian wine, and the next, bacon. The next month you’ll get the weed of the month, which won’t help you get your
stoned mineral of the month…but I digress.
Thanks to Phil for the link, and his review of Father’s hickory-smoked country bacon.