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Okay: fully re-fueled!

I went for a, like, 5.3? mile run after work and felt great for the duration and the subsequent shower, but then I hit critical HP pretty much immediately. The laggy, can't-brain kind of hungry where you're liable to just wander from room to room instead of eating because you can't figure out how to make food anymore. (Incidentally, I don't really get how so many people I know have a hard time remembering to eat. I understand the phenomenon intellectually, but in terms of experience, I can't relate: When I miss a meal, shit gets real dark real quick.)

So then I went and got a breakfast burrito and a Mexican Coke, the end. But rewind: Going to Cha3 meant biking, and I was starting to approach not being competent to ride, so I chewed up some peanut butter and a slice of cheese first. Magic burst of energy and smarts! Which reminded me of the most recent Radiolab! Which originally made me think of Rock Lee when I heard it, but never mind that. Anyway, one of the things they get into in the early portion is that, you know that instant revitalization you get after a bite of food when you're really really hungry? Apparently, according to the theory, that's basically your reserve limiter floating you a post-dated check loan. I find that unbelievably awesome and felt like sharing.
roadrunnertwice: Me looking up at the camera, wearing big headphones and a striped shirt. (Viva! La Revolution!)
I was over at the First Cup earlier, and the radio played me what may have been the single worst commercial in the history of the medium. It had... I think he was a pirate? Or maybe a king or something?... complaining about how his no-good wife was going to take away all his ill-gotten booty in the divorce. And then the voice-over told him to call some number to talk to divorce lawyers who stick up for Men's Rights in divorce cases? And then the queen (or something) was like "I heard you called 1-800-DIVORCE, let's have sexy tiems nao?

To sum up, the secret to making yourself irresistible to women is to screw over other women in court with attack-dog divorce lawyers. Thanks, radio!
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That parrot story on this week's TAL was... I mean, damn. It was a fucking miracle of postmodern radio. Any of you hear that one? I dunno, I just thought it was brilliantly executed.

EDIT: Incidentally, I hope everyone enjoyed our avatar's final week as a sane man. Brace yourselves for the legit shit.
roadrunnertwice: Me looking up at the camera, wearing big headphones and a striped shirt. (Viva! La Revolution!)
Man, The Current's weekday morning show fucking SUCKS. I love it. The DJs have irritating personalities, they talk about the most banal shit imaginable, and their taste in music is execrable. It's one of the only radio shows so unrelentingly bad that it can force me out of bed. Take Friday morning, for instance: I was seriously considering just letting it play and getting up whenever the buzz-alarm got around to ringing, but then they played two Nashville Sound country songs about god-damned semi-trucks in a row, and before I knew it, I was (at 7:40 AM, on a non-workday) out of bed and stumbling toward the kill button, ranting deliriously. ("WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?! WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN'T YOU LEAVE WELL ENOUGH ALONE? AAARRRRRRRRRRGH!") And then I put on some good music and had a productive and fulfilling morning. Thanks, morning show!

But seriously, it's really bad.