Advanced Physics

Chili.

Cheese.

Fries.

That's actually something of a deceptive statement. If you ordered this in a restaurant, in all likelihood, what you see here is what you'd get: layer of fries, layer of chili, layer of cheese. What you DON'T see here is there's a layer of cheese BETWEEN the fries and the chili. A layer almost as thick as the layer of chili. This is the way things ought to be. Screw Rush Limbaugh.

(No, screw Rush Limbaugh. I know he looks like he might have an appreciation for chili cheese fries, but when a man is as soulless as that, you almost have to assume he consumes all his meals in a drug-induced haze, and has no idea he has consigned a Guatemalan toddler to a fiery, painful, conscious death.)

There is no movie of the day. The movie of the day is Kathy Griffin: My Life On The D-List, which I am watching (read: sentient in the presence of) while I work on a short story. Except for right now, when I am sentient in the presence of Kathy Griffin while I eat chili cheese fries and drink Kona Longboard. (And in case you were wondering if you were seeing things right, the Longboard pictured there was unopened at the moment the picture was taken. This has since been remedied. As we are fond of saying in this household: SECOND DIRGE!)