A 7-11 post, because why not?

After this sad but logical announcement of the reduction in size of the 7-11 Double Gulp, and after a brief but enjoyable hour-long running/jogging/walking session listening to a podcast of geeks in their 30s discussing Prometheus, I stopped by 7-11 to experience the new, smaller Double Gulp. 

As you can see, even though 64 to 50 ounces sounds like a major reduction, I was not disappointed nor did my memory suddenly remind me of the fondness of the over-sized and awkward grip I had on original Double Gulps. Now, all this being said, I am ready for a re-fill. Would those 14 ounces have made a difference? Yes. 12 ounces is a single soda can. So. All this is to say that 7-11 has a new Double Gulp. It is acceptable, but you end up finishing it quicker than their classic Double Gulps. And I could have finished grading 3-4 essays in the time I spent writing this and figuring out the best way to get a photo on my phone to Blogger for this post. The Superman Returns Slurpee cup and the empty (or is it?) taquitos wrapper on the counter? My computer being on my kitchen counter? My choice of Instagram filter? The microwave that is probably leaking radiation when used because of damages sustained by Todd and Greg's airsoft wars? These are all topics for another evening - perhaps even topics for another man to discuss. 


Now, off to grade essays. Or, to watch Hara-Kiri Death of a Samurai. Choices, decisions...These are the moments life and fate are made of. Is fate real? Does it matter? I'm going to go ask my beheaded android friend David and we'll discuss these matters while traveling from this moon, which is not a planet, and not the same moon/planet from Alien, as we travel together in my flute-navigated spaceship in search of answers to these profound and original questions. Oh, and what is in my Double Gulp? Black goop.

Baked Potatoes and Sweet Baby Ray's

Way back in the day, when I lived in the dorms at Seattle Pacific University, I went through a variety of "phases" with food. Top ramen, frozen burritos, 7-11 foods... and then potatoes. I was amazed to find that I could buy a huge-ass bag of potatoes for really cheap. Poke a few holes and throw it in the microwave, and you've got a "baked" potato.

Now, we all know that nobody eats baked potatoes because they like potatoes. People eat baked potatoes because they are an excellent material to hold up a variety of delectable condiments that would be gross and/or socially unacceptable to eat by themselves. I soon found that it was these condiments that prevented potatoes from being "the cheapest" food to eat.

I picked up a total of six ingredients to sprinkle/pour/douse my potatoes with: salt (actually I stole this from BJ), pepper (also stolen from BJ), butter, sour cream, bacon bits (which turned out to actually be soy bits flavored as bacon...), and Sweet Baby Ray's Barbecue Sauce.

The Sweet Baby Ray sauce received the most comments from my peers. Specifically, "Gross!" "Yuck!" and "That's disgusting." Little did they know (I attended a conference once on "Little Did He Know"...) that Sweet Baby Ray's was actually the savior of baked potatoes.

However, no matter how delicious, no human being can eat an entire five-pound bag of potatoes by themselves before the potatoes begin budding. Also, Sweet Baby Ray ran out before the potatoes did.