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I don’t know what keeps taking me back there, much less for their deplorable “Tuna”.  Sure, it’s been added to their 5-dollar menu, but just how much more should they be charging for what is essentially tuna-flavored mayo?  The shit is scooped up like ice cream—which, to its credit, is thicker—and somehow there’s a fanbase that isn’t revolted watching it then be spread into another layer of what might as well be mustard or Chipotle sauce, only to compete with them which runs off first.  Why not drive further for Togo’s superior Albacore, or better yet to the supermarket that’s bound to be next door to the franchise and collect all the fixings and make my own?  Of course it’ll happen to be the week neither Chicken of the Sea nor Starkist is on sale, the kind in bags, anyway, and the smallest jar of the good stuff (Best Foods) is still gonna be left over and get thrown out …yeah, I’m a lazy fuck, that’s why.

There’s a controversial diary over on Kos that claims the Woman Who Would Be VP is not in fact the mother of the family’s most recent child, but covering for her 16-year-old daughter. Not to lend any credence to such a horrendous allegation, but wasn’t this the storyline on at least one episode of SVU, made even more sickening because the father always turns out to be the husband?

Sometimes YouTube doesn’t come through: I couldn’t find the awesome Street Fighter II commercial, I think it was for Super Turbo, with the techno track I never identified (would be so easy now with the Internet), but did come across this Japanese one that wasn’t on the laserdisc. This classic MK TV spot I’m sure I caught with my itchy VHS button-finger back then; remind me to dig those tapes up for some more gems!

Obama out-Nielsens Beijing’s opening ceremony, and the Republicans answer with a 三八 running mate to pick up the leftovers… real life isn’t looking too different from the crazy shit you see in the movies. Could use some more dinosaur-sized monsters (and not the animatronic kind—read: turn on a single joint—that spit water at you on the Jurassic Park ride; talk about lazy, the last sprinkler that got me they didn’t even bother stuffing inside a velociraptor and just hid it behind a bush).

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…Good-bye, Yahoo!  GoDaddy’s ⅓rd the price of $11.95/mo. Small Business hosting, MovableType (which was all I was using it for) not nearly as flexible, and I was getting sick of their AP-biased news headlines.  Taking a while to sort through these fancy plugins, and who knows if I’ll ever get my archives in order, but it’s helluva lot easier than moving house.  I’m not quite settled on that choice of name, however.