So, I'm sitting here watching Voyager. On comes this “Jack in the Box” commercial. Understand that we don't have JITBs in Iowa. I'm still trying to get their damn “Holiday balls are coming to town” jingle out of my head. San Francisco is popculturing me to death. Anyway, I spied (with my little eye) a URL at the bottom of the screen. It was a link to some kind of football team. I popped open my browser and flew to the site, natch. Turns out to be a marketing thing. I have to admit: I laughed aloud when I figured it out. Now, this doesn't mean I'm going to rush out and buy a crapburger anytime soon. I haven't had a full fast food meal for three years. Every once in a while, I might go to Wendy's. But beyond that? Fugedaboudit.

Going to McDonald's for a hamburger is like going to church for an oil change. That isn't food! Half the junk you buy at the grocery store should be outlawed! No doubt, most of you caught my earlier entry stating that American cheese was not cheese. That's the truth, sadly. It's oil. Worse yet, it's hydrogenated oil. You don't have to be a high school graduate to figure out that the body doesn't know how to handle fake fat. I won't touch anything that contains it. Ask Gretchen. It drives her nuts.