I've attributed my recent memory lapses to the progressive effects of mad cow disease. Back in the mid-90s I was eating Belgian frites with "amercain" sauce pretty much on a daily basis. For those who don't know what this is, it's raw hamburger mixed with ketchup and mayonnaise. It might sound gross, but it is insanely delicious with salty hot fried potatoes wrapped in a newspaper cone. I won't be really concerned about it until I start forgetting the solo to "Heartbreaker" or the lyrics to the first six Van Halen records.