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I watched Morgan Spurlock's Super Size Me last week. It's a documentary about Spurlock's own experiement to eat nothing but McDonald's for 30 days. I found some problems with the premise, no one would eat all of their meals at McDonald's, Spurlock himself was in pretty good shape when he started, was married to a vegan chef and probably ate a lot healthier than the average person. Yeah, I'd think that 30 days of fast food would do some bad things to a person who didn't normally eat like that.

That said, I found the movie fascinating. I found out things about fast food that I didn't realize, found evidence of some things that I'd always suspected. In short, the movie was about how fast food is bad for us. I agree with that, fast food can't be good for the body. Truthfully I eat as little of it as possible, which isn't to say I never stop into a McDonald's or Hardee's on the way to work. Fast food is just that, food that I can get fast when I was too busy to cook. It's rare that I can't find the time to cook, but it happens.

So I stopped at the McDonald's on Dell Range yesterday. That may be tomorrow's Mega-Bitch Tuesday, the place isn't all that friendly to the sit-down customer, being almost completely set up for drive-thru. It was the first fast food meal I'd had since seeing Super Size Me, and as I enjoyed my Double Quarter-Pounder with Cheese meal (no, I didn't Super Size), I reflected on the movie. I reflected on how, in spite of all of the evidence in the movie, in spite of nearly being hit by a couple of cars heading to the drive-thru, I enjoyed my Double Quarter-Pounder with Cheese meal.

Let's face it, I like things that are bad for me. I like things that I know are bad for me and I continue to do those things despite that knowledge. I like booze. I like what it does to my brain temporarily even though I know what I'm going to feel like in the morning. I know that I'm essentially dumping poison into my blood stream, something that my body will desperately try to rid itself of. My body will rid itself of the alcohol and if I resist, it will pick the orifice.

I took a job with Echostar Communications in spite of the way they had treated me in the past, hell, the way they treated me through the hiring process. I work in an industry that, in 1999, I swore I would never take another job in. But here I am. In all actuality, the job is going well, Echostar has proven to be a pretty fair employer, my supervisors stay out of my way and let me do my job. It doesn't seem like someone is always over my shoulder, waiting for me to fuck up and nail me for it. Still, because of past experience, I'm just waiting for the shit to hit the fan. I know it will some day, and yet I took the job anyway.

Every woman I've ever been involved with has shit on me (not literally, that's not really my thing), but I still find myself trying. They're bad for me, they make me spend money at a much greater rate than I normally would, make me buy more toilet paper than I ordinarilly would, make me watch movies that I would never watch if the choice were truely mine. In spite of that I'd sure like one right now.

So today's Positive Tuesday post is about how I positively love things that I know are bad for me: fatty food, booze, smoking big smelly cigars, women, porn, you name it. If it's bad for me, then give me two of them. I guess I'll live with the consequences.

BOJ