So, I pulled up behind a white SUV at the McDonald's drive-thru. The lady driver rolls her window down and immediately starts with the "uhhhh" and the "ummm". What is it about women and fast food? They never know what to order until it's their turn. Do they not know what's on the menu? Are they waiting to hear the day's specials? Is she asking if the Filet-O-Fish in season? Is she wondering what a Quarter Pounder weighs? Does she need a soft drink sommelier to help her pair the correct Hi-C flavor with her Big-N-Tasty Value Meal?
Men automatically know what they want when it's their turn to order. I have discovered why. Men keep fast food menus (and locations) in RAM. That is, we can recall this information instantaneously. As soon as I enter a KFC, Popeye's, White Castle, In-And-Out or McDonalds, I know what I'm having. The information is accessed very quickly.
When it comes to fast food, men can perfom many calculations per second, cross referencing past dining experiences and merge this data against realtime restaurant research: "I had a Arby's Beef-N-Cheddar in Phoenix back in 04 which was excellent. But I see a few of those on the rail which could be cold. Better to go with an Arby's French Dip which they will have to make from scratch and is served with gravy on the side that will easily rehydrate any stale bread. For side order, I'd really like Potato Cakes, but the mexican girl working the fry station has been giving me the eye so I might be able to smile at her and get a few extra Curly Fries out of it. Also, my wife is going to order a Santa Fe Salad because she wants to be healthy, thus I will need an EXTRA order of Curly Fries to compensate for all the fries she steals from me."
As a man, I performed all those processes in RAM in under a second. I had my order worked out before my gal got to the first apostrophe on the menu. That's because men store fast food information in RAM. (We also keep car models, sports statistics and sexual positions in RAM -- but that's another post.)
Oh, I'm not saying women are less intelligent than men. They also have and use RAM. They just use it for different data.
Women keep anniversaries in RAM. They keep baby names in RAM. They keep celebrity gossip in RAM.
Fast food menus are not stored this way with women. When she reads the menu, it's as if it's the first time she's ever encountered it. She needs to read the entire menu all the way through (twice) before ordering. And she can only do this when it's her turn to order. The time she spends waiting on line is better spent thinking about other things (like anniversaries, baby names and celebrity gossip).
Once she finally orders her food, this information is completely purged from her memory. I'm sure you've noticed this phenomenon. In fact, when she digs through the crisp, recyclable paper bag searching for her snack, you might even hear her ask, "What did I order?" Naturally, you can recite the precise details of her lunch back to her immediately and verbatim.
To which she'll reply: "That's not what I ordered."
(Sigh)
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Some juicy escapism for my flight back to New York.
Yes, that first book is the super-duper famous Aidmheil that you've been reading about EVERYWHERE, penned by my BFF (Blog Fool Forever), Jessica Mae Stover.
What? You don't own a copy? Go buy it, bitches.
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Many bloggers have implemented "word verification" as a means of preventing spammers from posting comments on their blogs. It's an effective tactic: just type out the letters that you see and your comment will be posted. These letters are generated at random, but you can't help but sound out the "word" as you type it. So, "xpsstla" becomes "ex pistol uh" in my head as I type.
I was posting a comment over at Peggy's this morning. Pictured at right is my word verification. Being the immature lover of elementary school humor that I am, I just had to giggle.
And secretly I look forward to taking a screenshot of "dudulkr" or "eetzpnis".
Posted on October 28, 2005 in Fun, Fluff and Filler | Permalink | Comments (17)
I know. I haven't posted in a couple of days. Been doing a LOT of (non-blog) writing, and actually been interviewing for a couple hosting opportunities. I'll post news should any actually occur.
In the meanwhile, here's a nice Decemberween video.
PC version (.WMV), Mac version (.MOV).
As always, loud volume recommended.
Posted on October 24, 2005 in Fun, Fluff and Filler | Permalink | Comments (14)
Here are a few random thoughts and some things that you might have missed if you (a) weren't paying attention or (b) don't bother to read the AW3SOM3 comments left here:
* Another routine from Exercise Girl. The Sticky Finger -- This is done by jogging in place and rapidly flinging your hands down as if you've got a piece of gum stuck to one of your fingers. I Swear. To. Effing. God. (pics/video coming soon)
* When Shane's head asplodes, you can see his bloody vertebrae.
* I received my goodies from MM! I will be fulfilling my end of the bargain this week.
* It's been raining in LA the past two days and it's been AMAZING. I love it!
* Drums have been quiet lately. But I *did* hear my Korean neighbor singing Christian Hymns LOUDLY in her very accented, broken English. It was funny-slash-irritating-slash-really-freakin-funny. "Ret every heart His ruv procraim; Bress-ed be dah name of dah Rord!" (Audio coming soon)
* If you see that I've linked a word. Click it. There are surprises everywhere.
* I have learned that people want MORE animations and LESS words. Thanks, y'all. Sorry my blog has so much... er... BLOGGING. But if anyone has an idea for an animation or a video that should turned into a crappy-mation, email me.
* No, I do not have a foot fetish. Really. So please stop emailing about how hot your feet are. I don't care. (Ok. If you have hot feet, you can still email me. Please stop emailing your gnarled, hammered-toed or bulbous-toed feet)
* The theme song from The Bugaloos has been in my head. "They're flyin' high and everywhere!"
This feels like when a sit-com has no show written so they do a "clip show".
It feels like that because that's EXACTLY what it is, damn it.
What's next? I start double-spacing my posts? Narrow columns? Hmmm...
Don't worry. I've got some things in the hopper for you. Stay tuned.
Posted on October 18, 2005 in Fun, Fluff and Filler | Permalink | Comments (17)