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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
 
I can smell the McDonald's food that my coworker's eating for lunch, and I think it's a good sign, survival-wise, that I feel like hurling up the cocktail of bile, water, Tums, and multivitamins that currently inhabit my stomach. I react to the smell of McD's like a farmer from an unspoiled idyll reacts to the smell of Gary, Indiana or Elizabeth, NJ. This is one of the very few survival instincts that my body can manage to remember, and it's a good thing, too. If I ate fast food I'd be one slothful dying hockey puck of a hermit, telecommuting myself into the grave through a haze of muscle relaxants. As if it weren't bad enough to eat the stuff, my coworker got her food delivered. Oofah. Like, if you can't even walk to the store, dude? Definitely don't eat the food, because soon you won't have the energy for anything more strenuous than harvesting your toejam. Do you think a lot of suicides are prevented by people being just too depressed to get off the couch long enough to guzzle a handful of Xanax and vodka? Or like too lazy to go to the store for the rat poison?
     I learned a lot about Cricket from the BBC's "Sport" site. I am not entirely recommending that you do the same, but there's the link, if you like. It feels very strange to immerse yourself, if only for a moment, in something completely foreign that has such a long history and means so much to the British and some of their former colonial holdings. But then, I guess, you could say the same for any culture's traditions, yah? That maybe the problem with the world is that people don't take enough time to learn about other peoples' traditions (and therefore their humanity etc) blah blah blah sensitivitycakes. Except maybe most traditions don't involve quite so much highly specialized padding. Are you sensitive to Japan's national culture of sex with video game characters? Get sensitive.
     I wish there were some new music to get excited about. I'm excited, against my better judgment, about the Dawn of the Dead remake that's coming out soon. How you gonna remake the best zombie movie ever, right? But the previews look pretty fucking good, and some of the zombies seem to move very fast, Dan O'Bannon-style, which is just fine with me. If you've read the Fear Not Guide to Life, you know that my theory of zombie mobility has to do with undecayed muscle mass, so the most recently-risen fiends have no particular reason to stumble around clumsily. Makes them that much harder to kill, but it's best if you're not surprised by a speedy brain-muncher. Another argument against the fast food: high cholesterol slows your zombie-killing reflexes. Therefore, fast food is a crime against humanity! Boycott Big Macs! Save the species!

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