Snack Attack

Well, the building did not burn to the ground yesterday, so I'm guessing everything is OK. I never did find out exactly what caused the rumor to start. I think that someone in our company had been (ironically) on a smoke break outside and saw a fire truck pull up to the curb, and drew his own conclusions. Oh, and someone else told me that they had heard running feet in the fire escape stairwell. That's about all I was able to ascertain about yesterday's possible fire. Mind you, that was still third-hand "information." Anyway, here I am again, back in the cube and not cindered. Cool.

In other (far more intriguing) news, a co-worker forwarded me an article today with the entitled "Japan's all-star speed eater suffers professional injury." If you're like me, you're probably wondering, "What sort of professional injury could a speed eater suffer?" I'm so glad you asked, because now I can say, "Just click it."

Haha, get it? It's like "Just do it", only instead of "do" you say "click" and... oh never mind. It wasn't that funny.

So anyway, I'm not going to say much about the article, but I do want to point out that the concept of eating as a competitive sport is very weird. I mean honestly, how do you "train" for it? Do you just stuff your face as much as possible every day? Or do you alternate speed training (how much you can eat in a certain time frame) with endurance training (how much you can eat, period)? Either way, my response is "gah."

Speaking of eating, I'm feeling a bit peckish at the moment, if by "peckish" you mean "STARVING." What to eat, what to eat... I can't make up my mind. But one thing I do know: the phrase "53 hot dogs" will NOT be a part of my decision-making process. Gross.