I’m getting kind of obsessed with fat people in a bad way. As people are just getting bigger and bigger, I guess there’s more to notice.

Right now, I had to go from building to building at work. There is major gridlock out there in the mean streets of Boston at the moment. (As an aside, people suck and are stupid. You can hear sirens and see pedestrians and traffic lights and too many vehicles crowding complicated intersections, and in the melee, some dick is leaning on his horn and rolling down his window to yell. All because in the midst of if all, he can’t make a right turn. Probably just a coincidence that he was driving a bright red SUV (one of the stubby looking “cute” ones with a poor tipping over rate. Or I guess that would be a high tipping over rate.)

So, anyway, I’m walking by this traffic jam and spot a big fat guy with an enormous Jabba the Hut head, and he’s talking on a cell phone with the phone resting on his shoulder, while he drives with both hands. His head was soooooo gigantic, you couldn’t really see the phone and the space between the giant casaba and his side of beef shoulder. He had no neck. What you could see is the glowing blue LCD of the phone outlining it’s fleshy nest. Very tumorous and space age. Sort of post apocalyptic, like a nuclear-generated cancer. I want one.