Late Night at "The Bell"

Saw "Watchmen" tonight. Loved it. It was extremely faithful to the novel and did a wonderful job bringing it to life. If you've read the novel you have to see the movie. But that's preaching to the converted. For those of you who either haven't read the novel or didn't know it existed, see the movie. Don't listen to what other people are saying (if they don't agree with me.) See the movie and form your own opinion. But don't go in expecting "The Incredible Hulk" or "Spiderman." It isn't remotely your standard superhero movie. Bring popcorn, soda, and an open mind.

But "Watchmen" isn't the topic for tonight, though I was tempted. It seemed a little to "on the nose." I wanted to talk about something a little "meatier". Something you can really sink your teeth into. Something with salsa...at 2:30 in the morning.


I don't know why, but whenever I'm out late, especially if I haven't had dinner (tonight we dined on movie popcorn and Cherry Coke) I desperately crave Taco Bell. It's the Taco Bell Curve. The bottom left shows a low desire for crappy Mexican food early in the day. This sharply increases after 11 PM, reaching it's zenith at around 2 AM. It quickly drops off from there, usually because of unconsciousness.

The big question is, "Why is this a positive thing?" Taco Bell is hardly good for you, though better than say Mustard Gas. It's a fattening, nutritionally vacant, quick drying stomach concrete. It often leaves you feeling worse than before you ate it.

Why would you want to put that in your stomach? Because it's delicious, at 2 AM. Because, that late at night, you're already abusing your body. A little extra punishment is welcome, almost as a penance for your earlier irresponsibilities.

Whatever. It doesn't matter. I crave it.