Fast Food Downfall!

1. As a general rule, I am not a fan or a regular consumer of fast food. It's something I eat in rare circumstances when convenience legitimately renders it the most practical choice, but I believe my friend Doug put it best when he referred to a quick stop (while trying to get to our destination, a ski resort, ASAP) as "dinner of shame."

2. As a general rule, if I have to eat fast food, I prefer Wendy's. For some reason, it just seems a little fresher and tastier.

3. The exception to these "general rules"? McDonald's breakfast. For reasons I cannot fathom or explain, I am a SUCKER for a sausage biscuit and a hash brown stick. It's one of the only good things about flying out of O'Hare early in the morning - I have an excuse to eat McDonald's breakfast. However, that probably happens only 2-3 times per year, if that.



Items 2 and 3 seem to be forming something of a perfect storm in my life: the Wendy's that I walk past every day on my way to work recently became one of the locations testing the breakfast menu. I have, thus far, resisted the temptation to actually try a frescuit... but I fear this could be my fast food downfall.

On Little People

This morning I saw a medical transport vehicle (not a full-on ambulance, just a converted van) with the words "Wee Care" on the side. And I gave myself the giggles wondering if it provided medical care only for dwarfs.

And from there I went back to wondering about what I began wondering about upon seeing the preview for Fred Claus last weekend: given that dwarfs represent an ever-decreasing percentage of the U.S. population*, do films like Fred Claus have difficulty finding extras? or do they just rely on CGI little people? Seriously, this is of interest to me.

And then, on the subject of dwarfs in film, my mind naturally turned to Peter Dinklage, and how awesome he is, and how pissed off I am that it seems like right now nobody in the entertainment industry can figure out what to do with him, except the producers of Threshold, but then Threshold got canceled, and now, as a result, he's reduced to doing Underdog, which is just appalling!

These are the things that occupy me on my way to work.

*OK, I can't find any confirmation on this, but I know I read it somewhere

"She's Not Family"

So at Pitchfork on Saturday, a couple of acquaintances (friends of friends, they're almost friends of ours at this point, but not quite, I guess) were there with their 2-1/2-year-old daughter. As much as I had shuddered upon seeing people there with toddlers earlier in the day, this family seemed to have the right idea - Dad was there the whole weekend, while Mom and Daughter came only for Saturday afternoon; they set up camp and one of the parental units was always keeping the toddler entertained, only occasionally bringing her to see bands, and even then, backing off when she got fussy.

Anyway, that's nothing more than a set-up for this story - she took a liking to me, for some reason (my rampant immaturity, most likely), and somehow, we wound up playing a game she called airplane: she'd balance her little feet in my hands, then sort of half-stand up, then I'd swing her around while she cried, "I'm a airplane!" It was a good time. (And yes, I'm totally serious.)

Anyway, every time I put her down, she would scramble up and say, "I would like to be a airplane again, please." At some point, her dad got concerned that she was overstaying her welcome (even though she totally wasn't) and told her, "I think you can ask to be an airplane two more times, and after that you're done. You can't ask to play too much, because she's not family, okay?"

It was a long time later when it occurred to me that, essentially, he was telling her that bugging her aunts, uncles, and other family members for however long she wanted to would be okay. I hope that works out well for him.

Again, I am Behind the Times on Fashion

Last year, after Pitchfork, I groused (like the cranky old lady I am) about the sheer number of people inexplicably wearing tube socks.

This year, it would appear that cowboy boots with skirts and shorts are the new tube socks.

D'oh

Yesterday, my legs were sore all day.

It was several hours before it occurred to me that it might have something to do with having walked down 17 flights of stairs the night before....

Independence Day Brings New Nephews!

Welcome to the world, William Dern Reynolds and Quinn Corcoran Reynolds!