so i get home today from a long hard day of browsing the internet... errrrr... i mean WORKING, and debate: do i actually feel like doing anything tonight, or shall this introvert have a nice quiet evening at home? i choose the latter, and decide that a lovely bk double cheeseburger will hit the spot -- ketchup only, thanks. oddly enough, i order a large value meal, instead of the medium. i've done this perhaps half a dozen times in my short life, and that's being generous. it got me to thinking [insert joke here], which eventually landed me in the previously mentioned video store, renting super size me. [it's due back on wednesday at six, if anyone's curious.]

in case you've been living under a rock, super size me is a documentary in which the filmmaker eats nothing but mcdonald's, three meals a day, for thirty days. the doctors figure, eh, he'll gain some weight, his cholesterol will rise, something about triglycerides going up. unhealthy, to be sure, but nothing too drastic; just a little craziness for the sake of journalism. what we actually find out, though, is more than anyone bargained for. ewww.

two of my favorite things:

one i very much love the fact that a man eating nothing but processed foods with questionable origins for thirty days has a girlfriend who is a vegan cook. it just doesn't get much better than that, folks.

two "the smoking fry" bonus feature. scary. my burning question is: why aren't fries more like corn...?