keel hauled

While waiting for a greasy cardboard bucket of chicken (spiced with a secret blend of MSG and the despair of menial labourers) I learned something new; KFC employees don't get to call a chicken breast a chicken breast. They call it a "keel." Upon inquiry, it was revealed that it's "the politically correct way." I don't think text can properly convey the accompanying eye-roll, but you can use your imagination.

Oh, and regarding the prior post... there was a story about the PlayStation 3 in today's newspaper. I shudder to think what shiny Final Fantasy based product they're going to tempt me with this time around. My will shall remain strong.

And finally, because everyone else is doing it, here's my obligatory election commentary. Yes, I voted. Everyone at my station looked so dang happy while they were voting. I found it strange, because I'm so disillusioned that I almost wrote "I am a fish" on the ballot. As an observational sidenote, I didn't see any voters there who looked younger than my own slightly greying 25.