It Came From the Interwebs!!!

While chatting with Soapy and Jake the other night over Skype I was telling the guys how hungry I was but not in the mood to cook. Jake being the Google lover he is asked me my address and starting naming off restaurants and such near me. I said pizza sounded good but wasn't really feeling like ordering one to save some cash.

The next 30 minutes or so were spent joking, talking, and just having some fun. Little did I know the nightmare that was coming my way. Around 11:30 EST my doorbell rang. Who could that be this late at night I wondered. Like a gift from heaven it was the pizza delivery guy and man was I excited, free pizza! Couldn't wait to get inside and eat and tell Jake what a great friend he is.

I sat down, told the guys I had received a pizza and began to dig in.

Then it hit!

Like a bullet I was struck by the nasty mix of pineapple, bacon, and anchovy. My first reaction was to gag, then the smell hit me. It had gotten on my hands. But I was hungry, maybe I could salvage this pizza, maybe I could scrape everything off and eat it. No. The anchovy smell had leaked through the whole thing making the pizza, my apartment, my hands, and everything else this abomination had come in contact with smell like a wharf.

I did manage to finish one piece. As you can see by my face, I didn't enjoy it.

Never trust pizza that comes from the interwebs.

Dead Space Review

So I just picked up Dead Space the new 3rd person horror shooter from EA. I returned it to Blockbuster 5 minutes later. Aside from the terrible voice acting, lack of emotion and reaction to a catastrophic crash, the game is missing on really important thing, lefty controls.

Guess I'll go play DOOM...