Thursday, July 21, 2011

I'm Meeeeellllllllltttttiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg....

It's currently 99 degrees outside but the Heat Index says it feels like 110. Tonight may be an ice cream kind of night unless it melts the moment I go outside.

I've been listening to this on a near constant loop today. If it were manifest as a physical vortex, I'm pretty sure I'd have gone mad by peering into it. Regardless, it's pretty damn cool:

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

New Beginnings

Began a new job this week that will hopefully afford me more time in my personal life to do things like play with the kids, spend more time with friends, and write stuff. Not looking to get too ambitious at this point just yet as I'm sure there will be times where crazy hours are the norm. In the meantime; however, I'll jot down some bon mots with lofty goals in mind of returning to assorted projects like Best Picture Derby and the Criterion Comparisons.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Next Window, Lazy

I'm not a fan of the fast food drive-through window. At all.

For starters, they pretty much epitomize laziness. Don't want to get out of your giant SUV to order crappy food? No problem! Just get into the drive-through lane that's already packed to the gills with cars full of other lazy people. The amount of exhaust emissions from all of those idling vehicles in such a localized area would make an EPA official's head explode.

Secondly, what's with all the cars packed full of people trying to order from the window? If all the seats are full in a vehicle, you can pretty much count on waiting a good 15-20 minutes as everything is accounted for inside the bag. Heaven forbid if something is wrong, then everyone gets to idle that much more as the negotiation process begins. Also, the poor saps working the window are under serious pressure to get the order to the customer quickly. Why does anyone think it's a good idea to have 8 different voices shouting their orders into a tinny speaker and expecting perfection from people typically treated worse than garbage?

Between the wasted gas and the wasted time, I'm still amazed that the drive-through window seems to be the method of choice when it comes to delivering fatty, chemically-derived crap into our pieholes.

This post is to keep a promise I made to my pal Kate last summer.

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