Under a Gibbous Moon

I am, like most people, not particularly fond of spiders. Damn things are always crawling around where you don’t want them and leaving their webs right at head height across every sidewalk they can find.

A man in England took his dislike of spiders to the extreme when, in an attempt to get rid of it, managed to blow himself up. Flammable gases and open flame just do not mix. The man received burns to his arms, legs, and face, the remains of the spider were not recovered.

Warning signs will now be placed on all old Bill Murray comedies lest someone destroy the universe trying to cross the streams.

I can honestly say, I don’t like Facebook. I don’t even remember the last time I checked it.

At one point, it was useful. It allowed people to easily stay in contact with friends who lived in disparate parts of the country or even the world. At some point though, that changed. Facebook changed into VagueAcquaintanceBook. I see people who have several hundred “friends” even though they are actually the ex-brother-in-law of the sister whose cousin they met at a party one time.

FaceBook also changed into SpamBook. I got really tired of being asked to help someone find the Pearl of Wisdom so that they could could get and extra 100 fun bucks so they could buy the armor they needed to slay the dragon so they could steal his hoard and use the proceeds to adopt a panda. Fine, you like the game but don’t drag me into it.

So until FaceBook actually turns back into Facebook, I’m going to continue not use it.

Hat tip to The Firearm Blog

Damn smelly hippies

Give up?

It’s supposed to be a deep dish pizza. Went to the local Pizza Hut with my wife tonight and instead of a large deep dish pizza we got a large hand tossed pizza. When we asked the waiter about the pizza he went back to check on it. When he came back we had what was probably one of the most awkward conversations he’d had as a server.

Apparently, they were out of large deep dish pizza dough and so, instead of saying anything, they just made a different pizza and hoped that we wouldn’t notice.

Yup, sounds like a plan to me. What makes this hilarious, is that this must be standard Pizza Hut policy because this happened to me better than a decade ago. I forget exactly what I ordered but the toppings were wrong. When asked about it, they said that they were out of the one (sausage if I remember correctly) so we just used this instead (pepperoni if I remember correctly).

Now Pizza Hut, shit happens, I understand that. You run out, things don’t go right, it happens to all of us, but please just be up front. This whole, hope we don’t notice thing turns small problem into a big mistake.