Hell is Chicken

Since I decided to stop eating drive-through red meat, I've found myself with limited, and generally more expensive, chicken-based fast food options. Of course, the simple solution is to stop eating fast food, but so is not voting for some silly war in the first place. I'm looking at you, certain Democratic candidates.

Zaxby's, unfortunately, is a rip-off. Why? You basically get a mediocre serving of Chicken Salad, placed strategically on the bread in a decieving manner (parts of the bread receive no Chicken Salad, what a crock), a bunch of okay fries, and a sad pickle spear. However, the Chicken Salad sandwich is quite possibly the most fattening thing I have eaten in a long time.

I bite in to the sandwich and I can taste it, hell, I can chew the fat sometimes. It is perhaps the most delicious Chicken Salad that I have ever eaten. Sorry, Publix, Panera, Atlanta Bread Company and Wendy's. I have a new love.

This is seriously going to hamper my ten year plan to become a vegetarian*.

*This plan does not actually exist.

After checking the nutritional facts, the crinkle fries are a slow source of death with 1 gram of trans fat per serving. Eh.

Book of the Moment

"Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency," is a marvel of a read. From Electric Monks (they believe in things for you) to ghosts and suspicious space-time mechanics, the late Douglas Adams entertains and enlightens. Enlightens to what end, exactly? I'm not sure, but I do remember being left with an overall pleasant sensation and a little skip in my step after I finished.

On a side note, I occasionally forget how to skip. Strange, eh?

The book does have its faults, such as its somewhat ponderous beginning, and the language can be a little rough. The novel somehow seems to lack the polish of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (HHGTTG or THHGTTG or THGTTG or H2G2, for cheaters)," which is strange, because it was written after the bulk of the famous series.

Still, Dirk Gently is an intelligent read, the sort of work that requires a bit of work, thought, and *elbow grease. As a rabid fan of Adams, I heartily recommend this book, though readers new to Adams should probably start with HHGTTG.

*Elbow Grease is apparently a line of personal lubricants. Use while reading not recommended.

Oh My, What Do We Have Here?

I suppose that I should do something with this.

Facebook isn't exactly a venue for anything particularly intellectual, and it can be argued, neither is Blogger, but I take what I can get.

Hopefully some interest is generated, and I can determine the direction of this blog. Future content is promised, and should be anticipated.