Rambling – a blog.

Finally got around to uploading some pictures from a few weeks ago.

Hit up my flickr!

If you’ve swung by the home page in the recent day or so you’ve probably seen a lot of random changes, text growing/shrinking, images getting moved a few pixels to the left, and then the header disappearing.

These things are the single most frustrating practice of trying to make a website happen. It’s a problem that has plagued me for years, back when if you wanted to make something look structured then you’d use tables and frames. Now it’s this CSS garbage, and it ain’t easy. Or I should in theory it is, in practice it isn’t.

I suppose that is a good thing though. It keeps me thinking, hard. Provides a challenge, and really as much as I curse my computer for it, that sense of satisfaction of getting the background image to stay in the lower left hand corner may be my favorite accomplishment of this year.

So after what seems like months of hype, the KFC double down is a reality, and you can experience it for a mere $4.99. Well, maybe. Depending on your luck.

Brady and I started our ill fated idea to buy this slice of over indulgence last Thursday, it eventually got pushed back until tonight. We walked in with about ten minutes until the lobby closed. We thought it would be a quick in and out trip, we would choke the sandwich down and be on our way.

Turns out that the chicken breasts at KFC take about 15 minutes to cook. That is, if there is no other chicken cooking when your initial estimate is given. Turns out it was closer to 35 minutes for us.

Now, you have to think that this piece of culinary… something, would be worth the 35 minute wait that a decent pizza would take, or even better a good steak knowing full well that those items would be well over $4.99 plus applicable taxes would be worth it, but it wasn’t.

The chicken wasn’t crispy, the bacon wasn’t either, the pepper jack cheese was far from peppery and the Colonel’s Sauce was too sweet, the sandwich was a cluster cluck. That’s right I went there. It was plain overload and my tastebuds didn’t know what to do with it.

Worth it? Maybe. Only if you too get to wait 30+ minutes for a sandwich that is tasteless, and will surely shorten your lifespan by the bite. If your order taker looks like she honestly gave up meth anywhere from 1 to 4 weeks ago, and is possibly violating some form of parole by working past dusk.

Ultimately the experience was worth it. For the story, and the fact that it’s done. I’ve experienced some form of disgusting Americanism, the kind that keeps us in bad graces with most of the world. It’s something to tell your grandkids about. Surely this will be the last fast food concoction of it’s kind.

Go ahead America, prove me wrong.

Just an update, yes it’s flooding in Nashville, but as it stands today I have not been commissioned to build an arc.

For dinner tonight I swung by Qdoba to grab a burrito after hitting up target. I was eating alone tonight and didn’t really plan to do so. I’d left my laptop at home so catching up on blogs wasn’t going to happen. Sure I could have used my phone but the screen on my Eris is really too small for that. I dug a book out of my trunk that I started on a plane ride to Las Vegas a few weeks ago. I walked inside placed my order and walked down the line to pay. I set my book and phone on the counter while I got my wallet out and handed my card to the cashier. I guess my phone covered up the ‘Cocoa Puffs’ part because the guy said “Sex and Drugs, must be a good book, huh?” it took me a second to process what he was talking about, and I said back, “No, thats not really what it’s about. It’s social commentary.” The cashier asked if it was for school seemed really shocked when I told him it wasn’t. I told him I just thought it would be interesting.

At the time I felt like I really needed to defend the fact that this book wasn’t just smut, and that it had some depth to it. Something worth reading, and something appropriate for a family fast food-ish restaurant. Like it really mattered what this guy who was taking my money really thought about me. I’m sure he picked up on the fact that I didn’t really want anything too healthy on that burrito. I don’t think I could have said “No” quick enough when I was asked if pico was supposed to be on it.  What does it matter if he thinks I read smut, in a public place no less?

It makes me wonder how much we second guess every decision in life. I can’t say that! What would ‘they’ say about it? I can’t mix Piña Colada and Margarita together! No normal person would ever dream up that mix! At the end of the day what does it matter? It’s all perception, and really only part of the story. I suppose some of it is important. After all, pride is a big part of human emotion. In a lot of ways I am glad we care. It’s a good thing people think twice about leaving the house in curlers or how bad of an idea it is to have a beer suicide like we used to mix all the sodas together as kids.

Either way, I sat down, ate my burrito and couldn’t touch my book. It was far too messy of a burrito this round. I’ll try again. Next time.