August 27, 2004

B2B or Not to Be

I have easily half a dozen, if not more, free magazine subscriptions as "an industry member."

A firm representing one of them called today to renew my subscription. I got one question in before the woman on the phone was fully intelligible. By the second question, I could guesstimate what she was saying based on the surveys I fill out every year to keep the existing subscriptions and add new ones. By the third, I couldn't understand a damn word she was saying, despite asking her three times to repeat herself.

In fact, just moments after the call abortively ended, I can't even tell you what magazine she was representing. The only word I could catch out of the verbal vomit issuing from my earpiece was "Knowledge."

C'mon, publishers, you have to outsource to call centers where people can enunciate and aren't tearing through every call as if their pay depends on call volume. I'm a small-time business guy. I couldn't even put up with this worthless, annoying interruption in my day. Do you think your bigger customers are even going to blink an eye at this sort of thing before slamming the handset back in the cradle? They wear suspenders, and we all know people in suspenders have no patience (and really, would you? Suspenders are enough to make anyone grumpy).

It's a plus that the woman on the other end of the phone was obviously calling from this country, but I think I would have had better luck understanding an Indian for whom English is a fourth or fifth language (and indeed, in one of my experiences with Dell, that was exactly the case).

Cases like this are part of the reason customer service has gone to pot in this country. Quantity over quality. Keep the calls coming. Screw the customer in your quest for "efficiency!"

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August 25, 2004

Beyond Hedging Your Bets

I rarely keep up with all the technology rumor sites, because they're often full of crap, poorly-written, and generally not worth my time. Once in a while I do drop by to see what kinds of rumors people are trying to start (especially when people start asking me about products that don't exist).

There are the usual left-field predictions, but then there are "predictions" like this which sites use to increase their credibility:

AppleInsider has confirmed through multiple reliable sources that Apple is preparing to unveil new products early next week. The introductions are expected to begin appearing on the company's website as early as Monday evening.

Amazing! This rumor site has somehow deciphered that Apple plans to announce new products next week! During an expo where Apple has historically announced new products! Wow!

Give me a break. How lame can you get? "Quick, let's spin fact into conjecture so we look right!"

I can do it too:
Middle Grey has confirmed through multiple reliable sources that the sun will prepare tonight to rise again early tomorrow. The sunrise is expected to begin appearing at the horizon throughout the world as early as 3 hours from now.

Now join me tomorrow as I announce the winning lottery numbers.

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August 24, 2004

Photoblog Lives!

Thanks to a handy piece of software called Photon, which lets me photoblog directly from iPhoto, I finally resurrected my photoblog plans. There's one picture up there today, and I'll continue posting to it as I sort through my thousands of digital images and shoot new ones.

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August 23, 2004

Elevators are Evil

While I'm not claustrophobic, I've never been a big fan of elevators. Too many sitcoms in my youth used the "trapped in an elevator" cliché, and I was convinced I'd end up stuck in an elevator. When you take a moment to consider it, being stuck in an elevator sucks: you can escape almost any other people-mover (light rail, bus, subway) if it fails, but you're generally stuck in an elevator until someone comes to bail you out. Not fun.

Despite my distaste for elevators, I went on using them from time to time anyway. Until two years ago, when I briefly became a stairs-only man.

I was running late, and knew there was no way I'd make it up the stairs without becoming later. The elevator was already waiting at the ground floor, so why not take it? So many horror stories start with that sort of question...

I got in, punched 3, and waited. A university employee of some sort squeezed in right as the doors were closing and punched 2. No big deal, it's just one stop. Satisfied with our selections, the elevator doors slid shut and it began rumbling toward the second floor. It slowed to a halt and told us "bzzt" in its native tongue, indicating we had arrived at the second floor.

It then made an abortive attempt at opening either the inner or outer doors that only resulted in an unsatisfyingly brief "clunk" from the doors. Regardless of what the outer doors might have done, the inner doors remained sealed tightly. With that, the elevator apparently resigned itself to death, falling completely silent as the motor went from standing by to being completely off, the lights dimming slightly.

Our carriage then determined we weren't worth listening to as my temporary companion tried repeatedly to get the elevator to do something. Door open, nada. Door close followed by door open, zilch. Activating and releasing the emergency stop, nothing. He even tried jamming on the 3 button repeatedly, as if to convince the elevator he didn't really want to get off on the second floor and the third would be just fine. It didn't care. It sat there for two of the longest minutes of my life.

They were made longer by the fact that, the building being short and older, the elevator didn't have air conditioning. All air movement was produced by cool air from the shaft being forced through a grate in the ceiling. This doesn't work so well when the elevator car isn't moving.

As I was considering the fact that the elevator was effectively shielding my cellular phone service and the only means of outside contact was the elevator's alarm button, it suddenly shuddered back to life, continuing to my third floor destination without further incident.

I walked past the elevator after class that day, heading straight for the stairs. Not an entirely bad choice, given ASU's older buildings do have eccentric elevators (one of the elevators in the SCOB, for example, literally runs all by itself). But several months went by after that day before I'd use an elevator again. When I had to submit a paper for regrading -- at eleven o'clock at night, in the dead of winter -- I froze my butt off up six flights of external stairs rather than risk being alone on campus, trapped in an elevator for God-knows-how-long.

It wasn't until a trip to Sky Harbor, where I discovered the stairs don't run to the ground level, that I begrudgingly set foot in another elevator car. With expectations of doom, of course. Punched "1" to get to the concourse, rode the car down, and briefly panicked as several seconds passed between the overly-cheerful "Level One" was announced and the doors opening.

I laugh at it now, but at the time I had a gut feeling life's delicious sense of irony was going to leave me sitting there when I'd finally been forced to conquer a rationalized irrational fear.

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August 21, 2004

The Art of the Money Grab

Apparently Eyemasters is making a grab for more money by avoiding writing scripts for brands their patients customers can buy elsewhere.

I thought it odd that they were insistent on trying to change the Acuvue torics I'd been wearing for three years to a new brand. I thought it odder when I walked into the contact lens room and found lots of holes in the walls where I knew the huge variety of lenses used to be. I didn't put it all together, though, until I started trying to shop around for the lenses I assumed I would eventually be wearing.

ProClear lenses, including the torics, are only able to be purchased by optometrists. While 1-800 Contacts doesn't have the torics, they do have the standard ProClear lenses, and attached to them a nice page explaining this policy.

The non-toric lenses being prescribed by Eyemasters for other patients are in a similar boat: one company makes a variety of "private label" brands so customers don't realize they can buy the lenses elsewhere. I wondered why I had never heard of "provision" before I walked into Eyemasters in August, and now I know why.

Even more amusing, though, is that I was told the ProClear torics would be slightly more expensive than the Acuvues. Which, at $70 a box for the Acuvues, is unusual. I was finally able to find one contact lens reseller this afternoon that actually had ProClear torics. $50 a box. Fifty dollars a box. For a company that has to jump through hoops to get them. That means Eyemasters -- and their optometrists -- must be making one hell of a killing off the mark-up.

Out of morbid curiosity, I visited Acuvue's site this afternoon and used the "find a professional" feature to list all the locations prescribing Acuvue lenses within 25 miles of me. Surprise, surprise! What's the only eye care center no longer in that list? You guessed it.

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August 19, 2004

15" PowerBook Battery Recall!

Announced today at just after 10am, Apple is issuing a recall on some 15" Aluminum PowerBook batteries. No other Apple notebooks are affected. The recalled batteries have the part number A1045, and a serial number beginning with HQ404 to HQ408. Apple recommends you stop using the batteries immediately.

Visit the battery exchange page to submit your exchange request or read more.

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Kill Bill, Vol. 2

After watching Kill Bill Vol. 2, I have to say it wasn't quite what I was expecting. While things did wind down at the end of the first half, the overall impression was still exploding limbs and gratuitous spurting blood that would make Penn and Teller proud. I went into Vol. 2 expecting more of the same, but whoa mama that wasn't the case.

It was a good movie, mind you, but much less over-the-top and action-packed than the first. Though I'm not sure I could stand sitting in one place that long, I think it would have been better watching them marathon style. There was much more opportunity for the actors' acting to shine in the second film.

Volume 2 was also much brighter. Volume 1 was dark visually, comedically, and with regards to mood -- Volume 2 is nearly the antithesis. It's no happy feel-good-about-the-world movie, but it doesn't have that edgy quality the first did.

Big fat kudos to Netflix -- had it to me as soon as it was available, which is more than I could say for any of the video rental stores around here. Hollywood Video may beat the pants off Blockbuster when it comes to new releases, but I've still been there days they were completely wiped out.

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August 18, 2004

eBay Hijinx and Sales

You know it's been a long day when your normally dead serious eBay listings turn into something more interesting.

Then again, I couldn't be entirely serious when making a pule-listed listing. I'm fully aware it should say "into a liquid," but alas, I missed it in the preview.

Also for sale, but a more traditional listing: my Dell Inspiron 8600.

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Stalling? Me?

This site still looks an awful lot like the default MT3 templates. I had planned to slap together an all-new design that wasn't as entirely mind-numbing to assemble as the last one, but apparently that doesn't happen by itself.

I today noticed I'm also still missing my blogroll and all my ring links. That's what happens when you stop visiting your own blog, relying on the unlikely event that you'll actually get comment notification emails.

Needs fixin'. I'll have to break out the CSS editor later today and hack and slash the templates into providing enough fluff to do my bidding.

Update: Minor updates to the default template. Pretty header image, slightly modified CSS (drop shadows ahoy!), and a bunch of links. Kissed goodbye, because they drag the whole site down with their long load times.

Shh, don't tell anyone I'm using the no-longer-recommended Fahrner Image Replacement to do the header image, or I'll have to surrender my CSS badge to the web design authorities.

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August 17, 2004

Beware Dell's Pricing

It's computer-buying season for U.S. students headed to college.

If you're considering buying a Dell, hold off on the purchase and let me save you a couple bucks: chances are your "special education prices" are the most expensive prices available.

For the purpose of this demonstration, I configured three Dell Inspiron 8600 laptops identically. One was configured using the individual education store, one using the home store, and one using the small business store. Note that no matter which store you order from, you're getting exactly the same product with exactly the same technical support lines: in other words, when I say I configured them identically, I mean it, down to the experience you'd have with Dell support.

If you're curious, the system I specced out was designed to closely match Apple's current 15" PowerBook model. Bluetooth, 802.11g, a 60GB hard drive, and a couple software solutions were added to the base model.

Education Store
$2020 (less $100 mail-in rebate)

Home Store
$1910 (less $100 mail-in rebate)

Small Biz Store
$1904 (no rebates)

If your journeys through the American school system have taught you anything, it's that $1904 is the smallest number there. The eagle-eyed will notice something even more shocking: the "discounted" higher education rate will set you back a full $110 more than what you'd pay as a "full price" home user!

It's also worth noting none of these prices include shipping (which other vendors usually don't charge for on purchases of this scale), which will set you back roughly $40 more.

The Point
So please, if you absolutely insist on buying a Dell, shop around before you blindly purchase how the university and common sense would suggest. If you want to see how education discounts should work, try IBM or Apple, both of whom consistently sell their discounted systems at lower prices than their full-price systems (amazing, that!).

Now, grasshoppa, take the money I've saved you (or your parents) and use it to buy books. Or booze. Or both.

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August 15, 2004


3600-Unread.jpgMac OS X users will instantly recognize the image at left and think I'm crazy. Everyone else probably needs this little bit of explanation before coming to the same conclusion: in Mac OS X, applications have the ability to "badge" their dock icons with information. In the case of Mail, it displays the number of unread messages you have. Yes, I have 3600 unread messages spread across 4 e-mail accounts.

Luckily for me, though, not all of them are messages I'll ever read. In fact, a decent chunk of it is promotional e-mail and spam. Rather than reading them, I just leave them sitting in my inbox unread and pretend they're not there. It inflates the unread count until I finally get around to culling them every month of two, but man does it save me time in tearing through my new mail.

Rael Dornfest (I think it's Rael, anyway) has often mentioned a unique approach to electronic mail: keep the inbox empty. Sort, delete, automatically filter, whatever -- but when you sit down in front of that e-mail client, the inbox should either be empty or only contain the things that absolutely must stare you in the face for the moment. It's a valiant idea, but many people (myself included) treat our physical mail and electronic mail the same way. Sort through it when it comes in for the important stuff (bills, sales, letters from Dear Aunt Edna) and leave the rest on the counter to deal with later. The problem with that approach, of course, is that it's pretty much impossible to receive dozens of items in the post each day, but "dozens" is a fairly minimal amount of electronic mail for many people. Part of the reason so many of us function this way is that e-mail is a productivity killer. Unlike many other things you can do on the computer, e-mail tends to require more of your attention.

What I've started doing to keep on top of things is to use the excellent Mail.appetizer. Every time new mail arrives, it appears in an unobtrusive corner of my screen, transparently, displaying the sender, the subject, and a sample of the message body. If I decide the message is worth reading or responding to immediately, I click the subject and Mail.appetizer opens it for me. If not, I can ignore it or click anywhere else and the notification disappears. I no longer have to actually open my e-mail reader when I hear the new mail chime, disrupting whatever I was doing.

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August 14, 2004

Holy Sheets!

To outfit the new mattress, I bought some pure beech jersey sheets at Bed Bath & Beyond today. They're like sex in linen form. Soft, silky, and very comfortable. According to the packaging, they should hold up quite well too.

Between the mattress and the sheets, I can't wait to go to bed tonight. It will be a very pleasant experience.

Random aside: while shopping at said BB&B, the power went out briefly. It made for an interesting social observation: most people completely freeze when the power goes out. I went on with my shopping using the emergency lighting while everyone around me remained glued in place. It might have been interesting to poll my fellow shoppers to see how many of them assumed it was a terrorist attack on a home-wares store.

Updated opinions
Want to know how I liked them as they aged?
1 Year Later: Pure Beech Sheets, Revisited
2 Years Later: Pure Beech Sheets, Revisited Again
In a nutshell: They're just as soft and have the exact same color nearly two years later.

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Overshooting Your Estimates

I love the way my automotive projects always extend well past the time I expect them to take.

Today I tackled the coolant recovery tank, which has been absolutely horrible (but I didn't realize just how bad) for a while now. It finally finished dying on Thursday, with a gigantic crack from the filler neck to the mount, so I figured I should fix it. Headed over to the dealership and picked up a replacement for $20.

In case anyone else has a 1993 to 1995 Jeep Grand Cherokee kicking around in need of a replacement coolant recovery bottle, the part number is 52005183. I also have the number for the cap you'll need to go with it, but I'll have to get the receipt and add it to this entry later.

I knew actually replacing the tank would only be about a ten minute job -- the radiator line running to the tank is essentially empty when the rad's cold, and nothing else needs be removed to remove the tank. What I completely failed to allot sufficient time for was the process of removing the old coolant from the recovery tank. Thirty minutes was a nice-sounding estimate, but terribly optimistic.

Mr. Turkey Baster and I made very good friends. At least twenty bastersfull (basterfulls?) later, I was done enough to get on with the rest of it. There was still fluid left in the tank, but it was hiding beneath the coolant level sensor, which is just a glorified toilet float with electrical connections. If you plan on undertaking this project, just disconnect the wire harness and worry about getting the sensor out after the tank's out -- it's a bitch, because "mounting" it involves stuffing it through a hole in the tank with as much force as possible. Removal, of course, is the reverse of installation (in other words, yanking the hell out of it).

I opted for a sweet ghetto basting set-up that involved surrounding the recovery tank with paper towels and jamming a plastic Solo cup between the tank, the cruise control thingy (future mechanic am I!) and the A/C canister. Worked beautifully. The paper towels sopped up the little bit that dripped out of the baster on the way to the cup, and filling the cup was much easier than my original plan of trying to fill an empty water jug.

Both the nuts and the screws holding the tank down can be removed with a metric socket set. You'll need a 10mm socket. If all you have is standard, the 7/16 will remove the screw but not the nuts. Wrenches are a bad, bad idea as there's no clearance to use a wrench on the lower mounts. A pair of pliers is necessary to open the hose clamp connecting the overflow hose to the overflow tank. Be gentle -- you just need to squeeze enough that you can slide it up the hose.

The most disturbing part of this project came after getting the tank out and (finally) successfully removing that damnable coolant level sensors. The bottom of my recovery tank was absolutely disgusting. Big chunks of gross crap. The closer you got to the bottom of the tank, the less green and the more black it was. It looked like someone ate asphalt and then excreted it into my coolant tank. Which may explain why my vehicle was having trouble keeping cool -- I'm not entirely sure anything was making regular trips out of the tank past the sedimentary landmass attempting to form. The system was flushed recently, but apparently removing caked-together crud was beyond the effort the shop wanted to go to.

Total time for my "ten minute" repair job: just under two hours. Makes me wish I had invested the $20 in a 1-gallon Shop-Vac. It could have been much, much faster had I been able to suck all the old fluid out in one fell swoop instead of one drippy baster (which they all are) at a time.

Given it would have been an hour of billable time at nearly any shop, I'm not complaining. $20 is a much nicer figure for a cheapo plastic tank than $90 with a professional's time (wasted time, as simple as it is -- especially since they would have used a suction gun to empty the tank) included. Plus they would have billed me for refilling the overflow tank, and I have half a jug of Prestone already.

Hooray for do-it-yourself!

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August 13, 2004

Julia Child, Rest in Peace

A fond farewell to television cooking guru Julia Child, who passed away just days short of her 92nd birthday.

I grew up watching her shows, as my mother enjoyed them. One piece of one recipe has stuck with me forever: "Knead the dough until it bounces back like a baby's bottom." I was young at the time, and found it hilarious. More hilarious because I had a brand new baby brother and there was something disturbingly amusing about cooking food that resembled babies.

The woman knew how to cook, how to serve, and where to find all the neat kitchen gadgets. There's nothing quite like watching a ninety-year-old woman going at a creme brulee with a blowtorch.

Thank you, Mrs. Child, for pioneering food television, and saving generations of Americans from a lifetime of horrible casseroles.

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Friday the 13th

It's good to see someone's using Friday the 13th to their advantage this month. This year's been pretty boring insofar as Friday the 13ths. Back in the good old days of elementary school, it meant Skateland had dirt cheap skating. When you're "all growed up" in a relative sense, though, it's just another boring day.

Unless you happen to live in Chandler or drive past Warner and Ray!

Everyone's favorite wacky evangelicals, The Door Christian Center, have apparently decided people need God on an accursed day like today. I haven't seen them out in months, which is fairly unusual. But there they were today at Warner and Ray, doing their thing. I wondered what was going on at first. The first warning I had was my brother saying, "Weird. There's some guy up there passing out flyers." Not one to repeat past experiences with sketchy characters stuffing flyers in my car, I rolled up all the windows as we came up on the intersection.

As the Escalade in front of me rolled through the light illegally, I saw the bullhorn in the grass. And another guy with one in his hand, preparing to speak. I knew it then: The Door! They're pretty much known locally as the annoying loons who pop up a couple times a year. I find them distasteful because it's one of the vitriol-spewing sects of Christianity that condemns everyone but those in their fold to a life in hell.

In fact, there have long been accusations that they're not a church at all, but a bona fide brainwashing Koolaid-drinking cult.

From an article about this charming organization:

A five-year-old Girl said, "I think they're going to do it again if I go back."

Back in 19-96, family court judge ruled the five-year-old Indiana girl could never go back to the church.

The girl said a Prescott, Arizona pastor dressed as the devil and made her put her hands in a bucket of blood.

Pastor Dan Mazon responded, "That's the problem with this generation that does not understand fear."

Those of us with working windows and stereos are much better off than owners of convertibles, motorcycles, or people stuck pulling a 4/60. Today's solution to their distasteful blather was to roll all the windows up, turn the radio up to 30, and stare straight ahead at the light, ignoring the guy to my right who's undoubtedly obsessing about the fate of my soul and the eternal damnation I will face as a result of not taking the goldenrod yellow handbill he copied at Kinko's.

For future reference, annoying The Door people: Don't. Touch. My Car.

If you'd like to learn more about The Door, there's a collection of information at the Rick A. Ross Institute. For others, the simple words "they believe in Jack Chick tracts" may sufficiently tell you what you need to know. That and there's a history of their members being detained and/or arrested at festivals they've appeared in throughout the state.

They're also one of the churches that believed the end of days was supposed to come with the new millennium. Despite the fact we're all still here in 2004 and haven't seen the Second Coming, they continue to insist it'll all be over any day now.

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August 9, 2004

Mattress Shopping

I've been in so many different beds the last two days I think I have a vague impression of what it's like to be a manwhore. Only without the chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, and bulging wallet.

Mattress shopping, in case anyone was wondering, sucks.

Not only because every mattress store has at least a dozen beds for you to try out, but because each has their own "exclusive" brand in addition to the old standbys. So even the beds you've been on in previous store require revisiting after trying out the current store's beds.

"This store's exclusive brand is comfortable," you think, "but is it more comfortable than Spring Air I liked at the last store?" So then you wander over to the Spring Air section in the current store, find the one you liked, and rest comparatively. This, of course, prompts the salesman (more on this in a moment) to come over and discuss the bed you're now laying in, and make suggestions for additional mattresses to try based on what you think of it. Invariably, his suggestions turn out to be particular models the last store didn't have on the floor, so you're now traipsing around a mattress store that couldn't be bothered by the invention of modern air conditioning to try out yet another mattress while simultaneously trying to remember the entire laundry list of mattresses you do and do not like and keeping straight which pillow top sucks and which pillow top is actually comfortable.

But the salespeople: the worst part of mattress shopping. They're nice people, really, and I appreciate their help. It is, however, incredibly creepy to be feigning your night time routine in front of a complete stranger standing at the foot of the bed watching you. Sure, like many people I've a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but it doesn't include sales staff watching me roll around on a mattress. It's made worse by the fact I in no way sleep consistently in one position. One night I'll sleep on my side, the next on my back, the next on my stomach. Whereas most people can flop back on a mattress and tell whether or not it will work, I'm essentially a free show for everyone in the store for three times as long.

I'll be happy when I've found a single mattress once and for all, and can go back to tossing and turning in the privacy of my own bedroom.

For the Phoenix folk: the Sleep America that just opened at Elliot and Alma School in Chandler is an outlet, not a full-fledged store. Sleep America's web site neglects to mention this. Good if you want to save money, bad if you pull into the lot expecting a full selection.

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August 6, 2004

Xcode 1.5: Subversive!

Apple released version 1.5 of its Xcode developer tools yesterday. Most of the improvements are stuff I don't care about, but then there's this one, nestled quietly at the bottom of the new features list:

- Xcode now includes support for the Subversion source-code control system.

Woohoo! It's easy enough to use Subversion from Terminal, like I've been doing for months now, but it's much nicer to just click that "Commit" menu item in Xcode.

Note that you'll still need to install Subversion yourself if you want to use this feature. I recommend using OpenDarwin to install it, but Fink's got it too.

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August 5, 2004

Don't Read That Label!

I made the horrible mistake of reading an ingredients label today. Sometimes you just don't want to know what's in that food you've spent your whole life things is so delicious.

Like summer sausage. Picked up a package of Oscar Meyer summer sausage at the store because I'd had a craving. Out of curiosity I turned the package around today as I was making a sandwich, and staring back at me was Beef hearts. Beef hearts! As in cow circulatory organs.

I tried briefly to pretend "beef hearts" was a heart in name only, like an artichoke heart. Then I tried to console myself with the fact it was third in the ingredient list. Finally I just opted for the "screw this, I've been eating beef hearts my entire life" approach. Plus I eat natural casing hot dogs regularly, and intestines resemble something edible far less than a big ol' piece of blood-pumping meat.

Turns out my surprise at the ingredients was all for naught, because Oscar Meyer summer sausage tastes like absolute crap anyway. Into the trash the sandwich -- and its quotient of ground-up bovine organs -- went.

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