Since many of my friends that check this web log are former residents of the Big Little, I thought I’d post a little something to make them feel better that they are far, far away this week.
On an unrelated note, do you remember that part in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where Indy takes a long pole and jams it through the spokes of the front wheel of a Nazi’s motorcycle, and then the Nazi totally biffs it? That was awesome.
Uh…six weeks of comments just disappeared. I’m not sure what happened. I suspect the Large Hadron Collider has something to do with it.
If you’ve left a comment recently, I swear I didn’t delete it on purpose. Unless you were a spammer. If you were a spammer, I deleted it on purpose, and then used sorcery and witchcraft to place cankerous boils upon both of your kidneys. If you were a spambot that doesn’t have kidneys, then…well, my voo-doo isn’t advanced enough to transfer it’s way up to the spambot’s master. I’m working on it.
Anyway, when I get home I’ll do some stuff and see if there is a way to get them back.
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Update: Well, I got most of the comments back, but not all of them. D’oh.
I don’t like long food interviews. Subway, in my opinion, has a bad food interview. There are too many questions. The ability to control the outcome of the sandwich might be welcomed by the picky eaters out there, but for me, it’s just annoying. It isn’t that I can’t decide, it’s just that I don’t care. In contrast, Quizno’s has a terrific food interview that is done in seconds.
Anyway, since I don’t have any artwork to post, I decided to delight the readers with the next best thing: An example of a bad food interview. This happened just moments ago!
JJ: Hey, darling. What can I get for you, honey?
Mike: Can I get a large hot chocolate?
JJ: Yes you may get a large hot chocolate. What kind of milk do you want?
Mike: 2% is fine.
JJ: And what kind of chocolate do you want?
Mike: Wha-?
JJ: Do you want Hershey’s or Ghirardelli’s?
Mike: Oh, I don’t care. What do they usually use?
JJ: (silence)
Mike: Ghirardelli’s, I guess.
JJ: OK. Do you want whip cream?
Mike: That would be great.
JJ: Greatness is what we are striving for! (laughs)
Mike: (Silence)
JJ: Do you want it hot hot or just drinkable hot?
Mike: Drinkable hot is fine. Oh, and can I get a banana muffin?
JJ: Yes you may get a banana muffin. Now would you mind taking a sip of the hot chocolate to make sure it is ok?
(Mike sips)
Mike: BAH! THIS IS GARBAGE! YOU ARE GARBAGE!
(Mike splashes the hot chocolate in the barsita’s face)
(Barista screams and wails in agony)
Mike: You’re lucky it is only “drinkable hot!”
OK, everything after (Mike Sips) didn’t really happen. But it sort of embodies the effect a bad food interview can have on me.
The end.
