So, first off, it’s no longer possible to tell how big of a drink you’re getting from a fast food place any more. Some restaurants have decided to make a token effort and not turn America into porkers any faster than they are, and have reduced sizes on all their drinks. Others have decided that America wants to be porkers, and have stricken small sizes from the menu. So, at Burger King, a medium soda is now the size of something I’d use to shoot tequila, while at Del Taco, a large gets you a Diet Coke the size of a pony keg. (And yes, I’m aware that a pony keg of Diet Coke would be, in fact, the saddest party ever.)
That’s all.
Photos taken over the last month and change:
I hope you’re happy now!
My niece, Kate, is two years old today.
If you’re reading this, Kate, go to bed.
You know, it’s always on the week that you’ve got Blizzcon on Friday and video training in Irvine on Thursday (hence the big blank area on the front page of HesperiaStar.com) that local politicians get subpoenas, even when you’re already busy with covering multiple aspects of the school board recall story.
I’m going to end up falling asleep in the middle of a Blizzcon panel, I just know it.
Jenn and I got married.
The eighth anniversary is traditionally the bronze or pottery anniversary. I think we’re going to opt for take-out from On the Border, Johnny Carino’s or Go Bangkok, instead.
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