Last night I decided to let someone else feed me, so I stopped at the Milwaukie-and-Powell Subway and bought a foot-long of that smoked salmon sandwich they brought back. I'd actually hoped they'd bring that sandwich back (it was the sandwich that a Subway customer created, if I remember right), and was glad to see it return...though I'm not glad about the lame radio commercial for it (that Hollywood red carpet thing). I ate half for dinner last night. The other half of the sub waits for me in the office fridge.
Another guilty pleasure: this will make more than one reader cringe, and truly delineate my dorkiness, but I'll admit it: I actually kind of like at least parts of Independence Day (1996). And as an ongoing running joke, radio guy Rick Emerson's taken to playing Bill Pullman's speech at the start of his show, which means I just heard this:
Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. "Mankind." That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it's fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!" We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!
And earlier I listened to Meat Loaf: Bat Out of Hell. I refuse to call that a guilty pleasure. :-)