HA HA HA HA HA...

For the first time ever, the USDA is planning to rebuild the Food Guide Pyramid.

If you ask me, it's about damn time. The more I read about nutrition and food politics and the way people in this country, from so-called "experts" to lay people, view food and diet, the less surprised I am that obesity has reached such epic proportions.

More on the pyramid redesign here.

You know... I think I'd like Outkast more if I didn't hear that damn song blaring out of the windows and/or sunroof of every third car that passes on the street. You can't really deny that the music is... uh... groovetastic. And, you know, catchy.

I'm a bit puzzled about one thing, though. Can anyone explain to me just how one would shake it like a Polaroid picture? I mean... the only thing that comes to mind is that sort of fanning motion you make when the picture pops out of the instamatic and you're trying to get the inks to dry... but somehow I don't think that's it.

Maybe I'm just overthinking this way too much.

More proof that the French have got it right when it comes to diet.

Now where's my Brie?

Employee Testing.com has an online typing test.

Here's how I did:

Test duration: 0.25 minute
Uncorrected words per minute score: 106 words per minute
Uncorrected characters per minute score: 532 characters per minute
Percentage accuracy: 100%
Net corrected words per minute score: 106 words per minute

Moo Ha. Fear my type-fu.

As if my life wasn't strange and fucked up enough sometimes... this morning on the way to work, I was accosted by an old man.

There's a throughway that you can take to get from the Downtown Crossing T stop exit at Arch Street over to Congress. It's not quite an alley, as it's wide and usually has a lot of foot traffic. There's even a little Dunkin' Donuts kiosk there. So I was walking through there this morning on my way from the T to the office, I noticed a man crossing the street and walking quickly toward me. I averted my eyes but made sure to remain aware of him, and before I knew it, he had planted himself right in my path. I assumed he was going to ask me for money or something... there's a shelter relatively close by, so it's not unusual to see homeless people in this area. But before I knew it, he was yelling right into my face:

"YOUSTINKINASIANSONOFABITCH!"

And then, he hauled back and smacked me. ON MY ASS.

I don't know what startled me more... the fact that he smacked me at all, that he smacked me on the rear, or that he thought I was Asian and male (I am quite obviously neither of those things... not that there's anything wrong with them, mind you).