So I know what my next e-mail to you will be titled. It will be offering you fantastic stock options and narcotics from Canada, if only you will provide your bank account and social security numbers to the widow of a Nigerian dictator. We have an entire steamer trunk of $50 bills and gold bullion waiting for you.
Drowning in choices! I love it. It eerily reminds me of graduate school, and what happened when someone said "let's get a pizza!" Lot's of scary smart physics graduate students, completely unable to decide on what a pizza should have, other than "whatever you want" followed by "that's the ONE thing I hate."
(Make mine an extra-large Edwardo's Spinach Stuffed Pizza with onions, mushrooms, Italian sausage and anchovies on half.)(Sigh -- I miss the original Edwardo's in Evanston IL.>
Individual stuffed broccoli and garlic, plus pepperoni if I'm feeling decadent, white not wheat, from Mangia Pizza (http://www.mangiapizza.com/) on Mesa in Austin. With root beer.
The weekend college pizza debate with Mike [last name deleted! shame on me!] was a half hour of "I dunno" "whatever you want" "but not that" and finally (always) settling on pepperoni. People used to stand around and watch and bet on how long it would take us to go ahead and order pepperoni.
Must be something about the way the brain is wired from age 16 to 24 or so.
Loren used to have a short and alliterative constraint for pizza: "no fish, no fungus." I always kinda liked mushrooms on pizza, but Carol [last name deleted] didn't.
--Mike [last name deleted]. (No relation to Carol [last name deleted].)
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(Make mine an extra-large Edwardo's Spinach Stuffed Pizza with onions, mushrooms, Italian sausage and anchovies on half.)(Sigh -- I miss the original Edwardo's in Evanston IL.>
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The weekend college pizza debate with Mike [last name deleted! shame on me!] was a half hour of "I dunno" "whatever you want" "but not that" and finally (always) settling on pepperoni. People used to stand around and watch and bet on how long it would take us to go ahead and order pepperoni.
Must be something about the way the brain is wired from age 16 to 24 or so.
Loren's pizza conditions
(Anonymous) 2006-01-14 04:18 am (UTC)(link)--Mike [last name deleted]. (No relation to Carol [last name deleted].)
The [last name deleted] family (no relation to one another)