Chicken n' Biscuits

I'll admit it. I'm a sucker for a friend strip of chicken and a buttermilk biscuit. So the gods of fried chicken must have been smiling down on me, as a brand new Popeye's Chicken n' Biscuits has opened within walking distance of my home (Uh, I live on the North Shore...you think that shit would fly in Oakwood?). Unfortunately, the gods of digestion and the gods of fried chicken don't get along. I would insert some sort of Greek mythology reference, but that particular information left my brain sometime after freshman year English class.

You see, I'm a total glutton when it comes to fast food. I only allow myself to have it MAYBE once a week or every two weeks, so when I do get it, I order everything and then some. In the case of Popeyes, I figured 3 biscuits were better than 1 (and for .59 cents!). So yeah, I ate all that shit and then I ate some ice cream.

Now it's 1:30 am. I feel like I'm 8 months pregnant. I know I smell like fried chicken. Whatever..There are worse things I could smell like.

All of this reminds me of a specific incident that happened to me once in the Staten Island mall when I was about 12 years old. It was lunchtime in the food court, and my mom gave me like $6 to go get something from Roy Rogers (RIP Roy's..we miss you). I went up and ordered some ridiculous amount of chicken and had to go back to get more money from my mom, who figured I was ordering the 6 nuggets or something like that. Mind you this was lunch, not dinner. She begrudgingly gave me the money and told me that I was going to get fat if I kept eating that way.

I guess old habits die hard, as I reach for my Tums.

Don't Stop Believin' Part II

Ok. I've taken a time-out. I've given it some though. "The Sopranos" is not "Happy Days".

After giving it much thought, I'm realizing that I didn't hate the finale of the Sopranos as much as I thought I did. I think more than anything just that aching tension and build up to the final moments was what let me down the most...a big stupid mindfuck. I wanted to see Meadow walk in the diner, all four principle characters sit down to eat, the camera pans back, the music gets louder, we fade to black. A Happy, neat ending, not unlike the way Tom Bosley ended the final episode of Happy Days at Joanie and Chachi's wedding by toasting the guests, then facing the camera and, effectively breaking down the "fourth wall" saying "and thank YOU for being part of our family...to Happy Days!".

But I guess it just wouldn't do for The Sopranos to end in such a neatly wrapped way. Perhaps David Chase's "existential loop", how Tony's, and his familys' lives go on, was the only proper way to end it. We don't know definitively what their futures hold, but at least we know that somehow life goes on.

"To Happy Days.."

Don't Stop Believin..

What the FUCK was up with the final episode of the Sopranos? The final scene was, without a doubt, the worst thing I've ever seen on TV.

Meadow can't parallel park.

After almost a decade of watching this show, in its final moments it is revealed that Meadow CANT PARK HER GODDAMN FUCKING LEXUS.

I've scoured internet message boards to see what the consensus is, and 99% of the world agrees that this was the biggest piece of shit ever. EVER.

EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR