the pizza, the hippie and death by fish...
so i'm sitting here watching CSI: Miami after eating another wonderful papa john's perfect pan pizza which was preceded by a nice typical david-style 3 hour nap...but more on the pizza and other stuff later.
during a preview for CSI:NY, my least favorite of the three series (i definitely like the first two), they had an interesting phrase: death by fish. yeah, apparently on this week's episode someone was apparently killed by a swordfish. first a tiger at the zoo (i mentioned this in an entry quite a while ago, but its obviously too far back for me to give you an exact citation) and now a swordfish! i will watch this episode purely to see what they do with that murder plot. as a bit of trivia it's interesting to note that the scientific name of the swordfish is Xiphias gladius...of which Xiphias means "sword" in greek and gladius means "sword" in latin. guess they wanted to make sure people knew the fish had a sword.
getting back to the pizza. i woke up from a 3 hour nap starving, sometimes this is the only reason why i wake up in the morning or after a nap...because i'm too hungry to sleep anymore. i don't wake up because i'm well rested or have slept too much, this doesn't happen...or at least it hasn't happened since last year when i finally went to bed after staying awake for over 40 hours straight to work on thesis stuff. yeah, when i decide to get some work done i really stick to it, it just doesn't happen too often. anyway, i had to take the nap because i was up until around 3am last night, so i was falling asleep at the dungeon today and decided to take off early so i could get work done later in the night. wow, what an annoyingly long intro...
i think delivery and phone people working for restaurants are getting dumber and dumber. i swear just placing a simple order for a pizza took me over 10 minutes today, i think the lady was a trainee, and i'm sorry, but it shouldnt take 10 minutes to understand the words: pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms, sausage, ham, and pan crust. i swear i repeated everything two or three times, i even got the pleasure of being called 'david' which hasn't happened in a while either. when the phone marathon was finally over with, i was even more starving; this is the point where i start getting cranky, eventually start to shake, and then heat up to the point where i will burst into flames if i don't get enough food (usually before that happens i will eat ANYTHING i can get a hold of). entire family get-together's have been accelerated (in terms of when we start eating) based on my progression of hunger (my two aunts and their families in seattle are quite sympathetic to my feeding issues).
anyway, after about 20 minutes the doorbell rings and my roommates (who had been enjoying listening to me complain for the past 20 minutes) look at me with surprise on their faces thinking this was the fastest pizza delivery ever. i go to the door hoping for a miracle, and what do i get??? some weirdo hippie who took a good 15-20 seconds before he said anything to me. yeah, he was from the sierra club. now, he had a clipboard, so i figured i was going to be losing some money on this one or going to need to come up with some sort of BS excuse why i wasnt going to pay any money. he started his little speech about the sierra club and i quickly stopped him saying that i thought my roommate james was a member of the club, since i (honestly) vaguely remembered a sierra club sticker on his car or something (who really knows?) the hippie stopped so i could confirm this, and i hoped that this would send him on his way (good song by rusted root). i yelled back to james in the living room and asked him if he was part of the club and he looked at me blankly and said 'no'. at this point i silently swore at him in my mind and with my eyes and turned back to the hippie. damon didnt say anything at this point, but i think he was buying stuff on ebay.
so now im stuck listening to the hippie talk about saving the environment...here i'm thinking i go to the freaking school of natural resources and environment and will be there for the next couple years at least. of course i care about fish and grass and snowy owls. ok maybe just the first one listed there. either way, if i was that much into the environment i would have gone to see Al Bore (i mean gore) talk today at SNRE instead of taking a nap for three hours. the nap was definitely much more refreshing, besides, we all already know that al gore invented the internet.
anyway, i must have felt guilty because i figured i could drop $15 on this legalized-pot supporter and get him out of my apartment so as to make way for the pizza delivery person (let's call him marco). i must have been overcome with some guilt on the way to get my checkbook (i'll get into why no one should be writing checks for instances other than the one im talking about or rent in a later entry. you check people really annoy the heck out of me) and so i ended up paying a full $35 for membership (i get a year of their cool magazine!!!) and some really cheap recycled paper membership card. we don't need any more magazines, we already get sports illustrated, entertainment weekly, national geographic, tropical fish hobbyist, fisheries and some random biking magazines (last one because of damon)...so yeah, if you ever need something to read just come to the tank, because i don't read anyway, i just look at the pictures.
the good thing about all of this is that with this new membership and card i figure i'm authorized to throw trash out the window, drive a ridiculously large SUV, shoot snowy owls, and leave the caps on my plastic bottles when i put them into the recycling bin (i have been told we're not supposed to do that). yeah, i can do all of that because of my donation and this cool membership card which i have just laminated (with plastic and styrofoam and CFC's).
well, now i was really pissed off. my pizza wasn't here yet, i spent all this money on some grassroots organization because it has a sea turtle on the brochure, and my roommate james didnt catch on to the fact that he should have made something up so we could get rid of the hippie!!! thanks james. the funny thing is that damon gets sent to muskegon for his sins of inaction in this incident and i'm sure something will happen to james in the near future. the pizza did eventually show up, in about an hour, and i only had the appetite to eat half of it since i had already started to digest vital organs.
after all this, i will be incorporating some new policies at the tank, and we'll no longer be donating to other organizations nor will we answer the door to you if we don't know you OR if you dress like a hippie. i thought it was bad enough when damon allowed the complete breach of security when he let the 86'ers in the other day and he didn't even know who they were! but that is another story. i hope i've wasted as much of your time as this sierra club hippie (who i am now associated with via the membership card) and the morons at the pizza place did of mine. good evening <:><
random pic:
here's the pumpkin erin carved after we went to the sweater & cider party, panchero's and then finally back to her place...now is this thing scary or what??? i seriously thought someone was going to get hurt while this was being created as well. oh yeah, damon also took this opportunity to open one of the doors in their apartment, which apparently leads to outer space.
during a preview for CSI:NY, my least favorite of the three series (i definitely like the first two), they had an interesting phrase: death by fish. yeah, apparently on this week's episode someone was apparently killed by a swordfish. first a tiger at the zoo (i mentioned this in an entry quite a while ago, but its obviously too far back for me to give you an exact citation) and now a swordfish! i will watch this episode purely to see what they do with that murder plot. as a bit of trivia it's interesting to note that the scientific name of the swordfish is Xiphias gladius...of which Xiphias means "sword" in greek and gladius means "sword" in latin. guess they wanted to make sure people knew the fish had a sword.
getting back to the pizza. i woke up from a 3 hour nap starving, sometimes this is the only reason why i wake up in the morning or after a nap...because i'm too hungry to sleep anymore. i don't wake up because i'm well rested or have slept too much, this doesn't happen...or at least it hasn't happened since last year when i finally went to bed after staying awake for over 40 hours straight to work on thesis stuff. yeah, when i decide to get some work done i really stick to it, it just doesn't happen too often. anyway, i had to take the nap because i was up until around 3am last night, so i was falling asleep at the dungeon today and decided to take off early so i could get work done later in the night. wow, what an annoyingly long intro...
i think delivery and phone people working for restaurants are getting dumber and dumber. i swear just placing a simple order for a pizza took me over 10 minutes today, i think the lady was a trainee, and i'm sorry, but it shouldnt take 10 minutes to understand the words: pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms, sausage, ham, and pan crust. i swear i repeated everything two or three times, i even got the pleasure of being called 'david' which hasn't happened in a while either. when the phone marathon was finally over with, i was even more starving; this is the point where i start getting cranky, eventually start to shake, and then heat up to the point where i will burst into flames if i don't get enough food (usually before that happens i will eat ANYTHING i can get a hold of). entire family get-together's have been accelerated (in terms of when we start eating) based on my progression of hunger (my two aunts and their families in seattle are quite sympathetic to my feeding issues).
anyway, after about 20 minutes the doorbell rings and my roommates (who had been enjoying listening to me complain for the past 20 minutes) look at me with surprise on their faces thinking this was the fastest pizza delivery ever. i go to the door hoping for a miracle, and what do i get??? some weirdo hippie who took a good 15-20 seconds before he said anything to me. yeah, he was from the sierra club. now, he had a clipboard, so i figured i was going to be losing some money on this one or going to need to come up with some sort of BS excuse why i wasnt going to pay any money. he started his little speech about the sierra club and i quickly stopped him saying that i thought my roommate james was a member of the club, since i (honestly) vaguely remembered a sierra club sticker on his car or something (who really knows?) the hippie stopped so i could confirm this, and i hoped that this would send him on his way (good song by rusted root). i yelled back to james in the living room and asked him if he was part of the club and he looked at me blankly and said 'no'. at this point i silently swore at him in my mind and with my eyes and turned back to the hippie. damon didnt say anything at this point, but i think he was buying stuff on ebay.
so now im stuck listening to the hippie talk about saving the environment...here i'm thinking i go to the freaking school of natural resources and environment and will be there for the next couple years at least. of course i care about fish and grass and snowy owls. ok maybe just the first one listed there. either way, if i was that much into the environment i would have gone to see Al Bore (i mean gore) talk today at SNRE instead of taking a nap for three hours. the nap was definitely much more refreshing, besides, we all already know that al gore invented the internet.
anyway, i must have felt guilty because i figured i could drop $15 on this legalized-pot supporter and get him out of my apartment so as to make way for the pizza delivery person (let's call him marco). i must have been overcome with some guilt on the way to get my checkbook (i'll get into why no one should be writing checks for instances other than the one im talking about or rent in a later entry. you check people really annoy the heck out of me) and so i ended up paying a full $35 for membership (i get a year of their cool magazine!!!) and some really cheap recycled paper membership card. we don't need any more magazines, we already get sports illustrated, entertainment weekly, national geographic, tropical fish hobbyist, fisheries and some random biking magazines (last one because of damon)...so yeah, if you ever need something to read just come to the tank, because i don't read anyway, i just look at the pictures.
the good thing about all of this is that with this new membership and card i figure i'm authorized to throw trash out the window, drive a ridiculously large SUV, shoot snowy owls, and leave the caps on my plastic bottles when i put them into the recycling bin (i have been told we're not supposed to do that). yeah, i can do all of that because of my donation and this cool membership card which i have just laminated (with plastic and styrofoam and CFC's).
well, now i was really pissed off. my pizza wasn't here yet, i spent all this money on some grassroots organization because it has a sea turtle on the brochure, and my roommate james didnt catch on to the fact that he should have made something up so we could get rid of the hippie!!! thanks james. the funny thing is that damon gets sent to muskegon for his sins of inaction in this incident and i'm sure something will happen to james in the near future. the pizza did eventually show up, in about an hour, and i only had the appetite to eat half of it since i had already started to digest vital organs.
after all this, i will be incorporating some new policies at the tank, and we'll no longer be donating to other organizations nor will we answer the door to you if we don't know you OR if you dress like a hippie. i thought it was bad enough when damon allowed the complete breach of security when he let the 86'ers in the other day and he didn't even know who they were! but that is another story. i hope i've wasted as much of your time as this sierra club hippie (who i am now associated with via the membership card) and the morons at the pizza place did of mine. good evening <:><
random pic:
here's the pumpkin erin carved after we went to the sweater & cider party, panchero's and then finally back to her place...now is this thing scary or what??? i seriously thought someone was going to get hurt while this was being created as well. oh yeah, damon also took this opportunity to open one of the doors in their apartment, which apparently leads to outer space.
posted by Solomon at 10:19 PM
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hey, al "bore" was actually really really funny and interesting and he shaved his beard but he's still a little chubbier than in the glory days. SAVE THE PLANET! glad you had a nice nap though.
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