Res Ipsa Poker

Man, what a waste of an hour. I spent a chunk of last night skimming through the book written by the guy who did Super Size Me. Talk about predictible. This is bad, that is bad, all corporations are evil, blah blah blah. At least I stopped reading seriously after about a hundred pages. I think the library will be getting it back and pronto.

I guess I did learn one useful factoid - the French translation for "ba da da da da, I'm Lovin' It!". That may come in handy if I need to tilt Bob at some point.

One of the guy's complaints is that McFood doesn't come with warning labels. Dude, we know the stuff isn't good for you. We're brainwashed by your friends in the media constantly - don't eat anything that tastes good, we should be living on tofu and brussel sprouts. It's bad. Bad, bad, bad.

But it'll probably have warning labels soon enough. Just like everything else.

I mean, hey, even the poker sites are getting into the warning label thing. I sign on to one of my favorite sites to play and was greeted with the following message:



{okay, so I didn't get that, but I should have. That game puts the hurt on.}