Married people's stuff rots, too. Really. I think it's just because life is too fast now.

Single forgetful people probably shouldn't eat. It's all very Darwinian.

Though not with rice left in the steamer for a really looooong scary time. It was about to introduce itself it had evolved so far. Or try to take over the world. I wasn't sure so I threw it down the disposal and sent bleach after it.

I wasn't sure so I threw it down the disposal and sent bleach after it.

Oh great. Now it will just breed in the sewers with the alligators.

But albino, because of the bleach. So they'll make interesting pictures when the Weekly World News finds out?

I have a different opinion of the finest cheez snack known to man: [link]

Alas, like Doo Dads, they are no longer made. I suspect the Keebler elves put a curse on Nabisco execs to make them stop production on their tastiest snacks.

Okay. The next F2F that we're actually able to make it to, we bring a few bags of Barbara's Cheese Bakes and prove it to all you doubters.

They've wrecked me for all other cheesy puff things; the only ones I can even tolerate anymore are the new Cheetos puffy puffs with organic corn and white cheddar, which are clearly a total imitation of Barbara's. Admittedly, though, a successful imitation. They just taste so much... tastier than other cheese puffs, it's crazy.

But then they're not junk. They're just... food.

I maintain that no matter how fancy and organic its base ingredients may be, any food that contains both little to no nutritional value and enough tastiness to cause you to lose control and eat an entire big bag in one sitting, then sit around licking your fingertips and chasing the salty crumbs around the bottom of the bag, is more than worthy of the noble designation of Junk Food.

And, Cindy, I don't think Barbara's has any MSG.

::pointedly ignoring whitefont talk, as still traumatized by Hec's tale of the deliquescing watermelon excavated from the back of our fridge earlier this week::

Junk food has to be bad for you. Not just not good, but bad.

Wimbledon:

Federer is arguing with the computer. Heh. I don't think you're going to win that one, honey.

Bah -- I finally need to put in my air conditioner, but I thought I would go get an actual bracket first, instead of my usual "balance and pray" strategy for keeping it in the window. Apparently the only hardware store in my neighborhood is the one down the street that, as far as I can tell, is only ever open when I'm at work. OK, maybe they're open on Saturdays, but I'm 90% sure they are closed on Sundays. Bah!

Jesse, put the a/c in. I mean, it's Sunday — what better day to pray that it doesn't fall out?