There was a time when I was dieting that my "treat" each day was a huge bowl of the white stuff that usually goes on top of a lemon merengue pie, made with splenda.

You could eat a whole bowl of it for about 70 calories. It was sweet, looked indulgent, and took quite some time to devour. Gluttony without calories.

The problem was that at the end I was always actually more hungry than when I began. An hour of eating what amounted to little more than artificially sweetened air was unsatisfying in a way that is hard to put into words.

.71 is rather like that. I keep coming back, and likely will do so as long as someone keeps paying to have it up, but I always come away feeling like my addiction has somehow been reinforced without even really getting a fix.

Me so ronery