Meat Coma

Last night I hit Cheeburger for dinner, and I certainly overdid it. I opted for the classic pound burger (20 oz before cooking), split a basket of frings, and topped it off with an Oreo-Peanut Butter Cup-Cookie Dough Milkshake. Though I had done this all before, I really hope to say that will be the last time. I am quickly becoming an old man in my gluttonous eating habits.

Because it had been a long time since I'd had red meat, this only made things worse. The body produces a specific enzyme to break down red meat and while I couldn't find a link to validate this, I did find a study on the link between red meat consumption and rectal cancer. Just one more reason to steer clear of red meat I'd say. So indeed, my body was lacking this enzyme (think of it as needing antibiotics maybe) and going from zero beef to one pound=trouble. My cheeks got flushed and while I didn't get the meat sweats I felt full-scale awful. A rough estimate says my dinner was a minimum of 3,596 calories (it's fun to be precise) and I am still full as far as I can tell and, either way, still feeling awful. Still, before I felt pretty poorly, I entered a MEAT DELIRIUM. The 3/4th pound burger is actually called "The Delirious" at this place, but let me tell you, when you go beyond 3/4th, still delirious. I was inexplicably giddy so my new mission will be to unlock the euphoric power of meat, all euphemisms aside.

The other day I linked to an article which cited Puffy/Diddy/etc.'s involvement in Tupac's shooting, but it turns out I need to take the advice of the Professor in Real Genius and always check my references. Still, once the allegations are thrown out there the damage is done and I persist in my distrust of Diddy.

In other silly celebrity news, Jamie Lynn Spears beat me to the punch in getting engaged and, while I can't give birth (yet) I'm fairly certain I've fathered several children over the years. And since Katie Holmes is on the cover of that magazine as well, I'll take the time to reach out to Scientology and an ancient reference to it four minutes and twenty-five seconds into that classic track.

Time for some lunch.

No Culture Without Pop Culture

I'm probably playing a broken record here, but the quantity of information on the internet never ceases to amaze and sometimes even overwhelm me. And despite my stumbling upon (no not Stumbleupon) many things here and there, I am continually surprised at my lackluster knowledge of current events. This includes actual relevant news and even all manner of pop culture. As for the former, I've been sadly aloof for some time, but with regard to the latter it's a bit of a shock as I'm usually so on the ball with dopey celebrity news, things like the Jared Leto weight gain and loss I was chatting with a friend about yesterday.

And as I've mentioned before, music is one of these realms as well as I'd never heard of Danity Kane until minutes ago, and I really feel I was better off not knowing. They were even chart-toppers as long ago as 2006. I suppose it's because of my old-fashioned ways and general aversion to reality TV, minus Top Chef. Double eff Danity Kane for being affiliated with Diddy whose involvement in the murder of Tupac seems more and more confirmed as per the article I linked a couple of days ago.

Back to Jared quickly, I have to wonder at the success of his band 30 Seconds to Mars. Note that that video has over twelve million views and yet I find this track from The Used has a scant 33,000 despite it being, by my own estimation somewhat similar in sound, albeit much better. I am an admitted fan of The Used, in spite of their Mormon roots, but it's not like they are publicity or popularity starved, especially given the past relationship between leadman Bert McCracken and Kelly Osbourne about which McCracken is likely still questioned to this day.

And that's a wrap for the time being.