Rats. Rats in the chicken, rats in the tacos. Surely the Colonel is rotating at 300RPM right now. The little Taco Bell dog needs to get to work de-ratting the place.

Actually, I laugh. Since the establishment of Yum! brands as the hegemon of KFC, quaility of both food and service has dropped to below credulity. To be waited on by the rude, surly, ignorant, apathetic workers at KFC, only to be presented with lumps of fried grease only recognizable as chicken by application of myopia and charity, is ridiculous. That's assuming they even bothered to cook at all, which they often do not.

Yum! Brands has succeeded in plunging the Colonel's place into Dumpsterville. I predict KFC will be either gone or sold off within a year. It's a shame, really. Back in the day, KFC wasn't bad eats. Hell, it was treat as a kid, for Dad to bring home a big 'ol bucket of actual fried chicken. Now, if you live in California (as I do not, thank the gods that be), you might be prosecuted for attempted neglect and abuse if you offered clay-batter deep-fried mystery-meat blobs.

Taco Bell, you are next. The Yum bums will soon bring you to your knees as well. The writing is on the wall.

So, boysngirls, when you are working late, and want to grab a bite on the way home, your choices just went down by two. Thank goodness for programmer soul food, Pizza, Pop-Tarts, and Jolt Cola... if you can still get Jolt, that is. Nothing like that diet of champions when you are working the wee hours.

I gotta get out more. I think I'll write some about camping, fishing, cooking over a fire/dutch oven/trash can (not kidding), hiking, all the healthy stuff that does not involve the 'net.

See ya.