So imagine, you're in some horrific sci fi world and you end up in your grandmother's back yard sweating of rhubarb and ant poison as she goes to bake some confectioneries. Now, let's say you don't do confectioneries. Not because you don't like them, but they make you fat and chicks don't dig fat dudes unless they are rich and granted you're a pilot but not a real one like you fly a Cirrus or not but wait that's not the point. Dinner.. is the thing. What is dinner? In the north and western context it is the evening meal where you eat lots of stuff and you didn't eat much for breakfast or lunch. Yes, I am aware that dinner means different things in different places. My folks spoke of supper. It meant dinner. The meal at the end of the day. Some folks eat supper at lunch. Some folks eat supper at breakfast. No matter. Whatever. Diversity. Anyway, I was watching Predator vs. Aliens. I was sort of rooting for the Predator but then again I viewed the Alien as potentially having the better tax plan but on the other hand they probably weren't postured to deal with North Korea as much. An Alien couldn't mess Kim Ung Jong's haircut up if it tried, but a Predator could kick his ass. But that's not what we're talking about. Those that know me know I'm a low carb guy. Women that know me know I'm a low carb guy. Guys that hate me don't give a f**k what I eat. Women that hate me bake me a chicken pot pie. This thing looks like it is going to take over the house, neighborhood, school district, and possible eat the Governor, not that it would be a bad thing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do here. There are a lot of carbs. I'm a fuel injection guy. Should I just leave it, or go out on my own for some (lettuce wrapped of course) burgers from Carl's? There is lettuce in the fridge but lettuce wrapping a confectionery misses the point by any standard.