Fried whatchamacallit, on an untoasted roll

This morning's automated job search for a technical documentation job included a pointer to a Registered Dietitian position. To be fair, the job does include a requirement that the applicant write reports that "conform to all rules of punctuation, grammar, diction and style." Applicants must have "Registered Dietitian with the American Dietetic Association and Licensed Dietitian status".

Which reminds me. Kay's Dairy Bar is open for the season. Kay's is about a mile from my father's house. Kay's started as a Carvel franchise in the early 1960s and later went to its own ice cream. The ice cream is very good and the portions huge. When Sandra worked for Digital in Westminster in the early 90s, her co-workers nicknamed the place "We fry anything." It's under new ownership this year. I was relieved to see that fried alligator is still on the menu.

Normally I don't care when one liquor company buys another, but this purchase has some local impact. A French company is buying the parent company of Dunkin' Donuts. I suspect that this won't have much impact on Dunkin' Donuts' inexorable drive to world domination. We have a Dunkin' Donuts about a half mile from our home. The mania inspired by those Coolatas makes our drivers even goofier. (You can be comforted , however, that the Coolata still contains no crustaceans.) For the record, I don't like Dunkin' Donuts products. The coffee is weak and the donuts taste like sugared sawdust.

There will be a quiz on this next week. Who or what is Illanaaq the Inukshuk?

The excuse, and it's not a very good one, is that the Maine Turnpike is a long and boring road. You want to get through it as quickly as possible, so your speed gradually increases. The Maine state police have heard it all and will hear it again as they rev up their anti-speeding campaign. Our family drives the Maine Turnpike/I-95 to and from PEI and has seen some of the clever ways that the state police identify speeders.