Oh Ping

The most shocking thing about yesterday's headline was how little it shocked me.

Summary: One of our country's most prominent senators has fled the country to escape charges of murder.

You can't make this stuff up. Read that sentence a few more times to let the gravity of it sink in. And yet, while the rational part of the brain urges you to take it seriously, the impulses just shrug and say "Whelp, there he goes".

Some part of us, I think, knew all along that Ping Lacson was kind of a weirdo. Even the people who supported him for president in 2004 did so seemingly more with tepid applause than eager sabre rattling. There's just something about those eyebrows.

And now we're seeing Ping at his nuttiest, practically a fugitive from the law, ranting on about an "evil conspiracy", throwing the blame on, who else, the president. And it was nearly a whole month before anyone started to wonder what happened to him.

Oh, and apparently there is still one person on his side. Someone who says she'd do the exact same thing in his position. Who else, but Miriam Defensor-Santiago.

These punchlines, they write themselves.

Large Coke and Fries

So, last Saturday I went to Burger King in Glorietta for lunch.

I ordered a Whopper Jr. meal since it comes with a free strawberry sundae. The lady at the counter asks me if I'd like large fries and coke-- it's an offer I rarely accept, but today I was just that hungry-- so I say yeah, I'll have your large fries and coke.

What I did not realize is that Burger King has a 3-tiered system for their sizes:

• There is regular, which is the reasonable size.
• There is medium, which is what one would usually consider large.
• And then... and then there is large, which rivals the size of the planet that created it.
  

The fries seemed to come in the usual large container except it poured out over the top and onto the tray forming a little hill. And the coke was an intimidating surprise worthy of more superlatives and hyperbole. The size of it made the burger struggle for relevance, and reduced the free sundae to a mere afterthought.

Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me for a photo of the whole meal, but I brought the cup home so I could get a picture of this son of a bitch.


The size of this cup is 1 liter. One whole liter of coke.

Breach of Facebook Etiquette

Some ground rules:

1. Having your baby with you in your profile picture? Fine.

2. Having ONLY your baby in your profile picture? Annoying, but whatever.

3. Changing your NAME to your baby's name? Wrong wrong WRONG.

It's like I'm friends with the baby. :|