Getting pizza... and other stuff.

I had a hankering for pizza the other day. I rarely have hankerings anymore. I have inklings and penchants all the time but never a hankering, so I took full advantage of the situation.

Going Up? Not Likely.

I stumbled across this Toronto Star debate musing diatribe piece on how many balloons it would take to lift a house, inspired by the new Pixar film Up.

The Raj Haj Paj

The Raj Haj Paj is actually a quick list of stupid things I need to get out, seeing as how I haven't written anything of substance in well over a month. But doesn’t it sound like a delicious mix of Indian dishes? Mmmmm. Raj haj paj.

Phone Numbers and Pizza.

I’ll tell you what needs to happen. People need to stop spelling their phone numbers with words. Everyone is upgrading to a QWERTY keyboard, so the helpfulness of you switching your numbers to letters has been, much like Jazzy Jeff’s career after The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, rendered completely obselete.

Procter, Gamble, Silex & Pizza.

There’s Procter & Gamble. And Procter Silex. But they’re different Procters. Whatever happened to Silex? Did Procter muscle him out? I don’t see that guy as often as I used to.



But that could also be because I don’t really have a reason to go down the kitchen appliances aisle.

Adventures Of The Garbage 'Coons

I saw some raccoons the other day, rummaging through the garbage behind Pizza Pizza. And it was weird because it wasn’t even dark. It was broad daylight and these ballsy little bandits were just doing their thing, not giving a shit about the people passing by. Mike and I tried to get closer and closer but, when people walking by saw the raccoons, every one of them jumped and ran like they had seen a ghost.