We all love our pizza here in the blogoswamp.
It isn’t really fast food but the Pizza Stores have found a way around that problem.
They deliver. Right to your door.
Last time I phoned for Dial-a-Pizza, in the box with the dots I dialed their number.
They told me my phone number. I was then told where the pizza would be delivered. My home address.
Now customers can order from some stores imply by going to their website. They are becoming fully computerised.
That is why I find this to be quite a worry. Believable, but a worry. Not only for Americans.
I had dialed up in a small country town in far-away Western Australia.
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Sehr geEhrter AerChie
It’s schlimm [bad] enough that you are engaging in der Bloggerei on the Sabbath …. SchOcking ….. even for an Evolutionist ….
…. but to taunt an Uber-Weight Cheese-Abstaining Eagle mit einem Cheese-Pizza (ahh — so tasty) ist un=endurabilisch
SchOcking …. and on the Sabbath !!!
Ja, ja bestimmt …. it’s the sort of behaviour to be expected of M Metro as he tucks into the Cheese
… but at least my Vet has not banned this Eagle from Red Wine – so good for the Heart !!!! even on the Sabbath
Tot siens und Alles Gute
G Eagle
The scary thing is that it isn’t so far-fetched. Many of us are helping Big Brother along too, by using Air Miles and otherwise giving up our valuable demographic information without a fight. I’m not sure where you are, but I sometimes buy clothes at a place here in Toronto called Marks Work Warehouse. They ask me for my postal code every time. I look at the cashier now, and calmly say, “I’m sorry, I live in a park. We don’t have a postal code”. The response is always, “thank you sir, and have a nice day.” I once bought an inexpensive bbq from Canadian Tire. When I got it home, it was bashed up, so I returned it. After waiting in the customer service line for 45 minutes, the clerk asked me my name. I said, “I paid with cash. You don’t need my name”. The response was, “Sorry, I can’t give you a refund with your name”. I replied, “It’s Mouse. M. Mouse.” “How do you spell that?” “M-O-U-S-E, first initial M.” “Thank you sir, here is your voucher for a refund”. “Voucher”. “Yes, you have to line up at the cash to get your refund. We only give out the voucher here at customer service”. I would not have been convicted by a jury of my peers if I had done something nasty at that point, but I am not a violent fellow, so I obediently stood in line.
Herr G eaGle, One day soon, I may attempt the double – doggerel on the bloggerel. Pizza should always be eaten with a red wine companion. It is the Vets which should be banned.
mister anchovy, welcome to the weirdest blog in the blogoswamp. I refuse to be involved with “fly-buys” although I do use my credit card. In that way I am assisting the bureaucrats. The difficulty is that use of the internets provides such a mine of information for the info-scrapers. Alas, I can see the day rapidly approaching when we will not be permitted to board public transport without a full background credit and trustworthyness check.
Well as experience of last night suggests, the appropriate companion to a double pepperoni is definitely not, in fact, Granny Smith apple cider. Hard on the belly.
What does a Grey Eagle enjoy on a PiZza? Salmon? Also good for the heart, and the nerves–which are little wooly fluid-filled tubes, I think.
Sehr geEhrter Aerchie
To be serieux pur un moment
Das ist der (oder das oder die) Problem
It’s all very well for der M. Anchovy oder der M Metro – these young Childer can follow their preferences, without hazard to their Blood pressure oder Blood pressures (as the case may be)
and I appreciate that, shewing a wisdom beyond his years, Monsieur Anchove has learnt the lesson that in these unEnlightened times (damn them), you never kNow who you are talking to
but You a la vestra age, Monsieur AerChie, vill understand mine predicament – l’aigle gris aime beaucoup (oder beaucoupissime) la cheese sur la pizza … ahhh Kaese … uber die pizza
As a more experienced Homme, I would welcome Herr AerChie’s opinion on this vexed subject
Alles gute
L’Aigle Gris
Metro, while hard apple cider, or “scrumpy” as a friend of mine often calls it, is a drink worthy of note and lumps of hard cheese together with cold roast beef, it is hardly an accompaniment for the Mediterranean cuisine. May I suggest a quaffable Lambrusco-style wine?
Herr J eaGle, the younkers do many acts which will be to their future detriment. I have found that while a pizza a day is not a diet I would rekommend, half a pizza a fortnight is acceptable. As is a MacDonalds on every solstice. In these quantitties (I love seeing quans when they are nude) little damage is done unto the pressure of ones haemoglobs. Red wine is a blessing and a boon and should be taken upon most days which contain a “y”. Although Danish Blue Cheese and the Port, carefully passed to the port, is a mortal sin but one may be able to live with but one glass every second night. I am conducting suitable research at the moment.
One only has to wonder what Nurse Myra would think of your diet – other than to clap her hands together in anticipation of your extended stay at the Gimcrack – btw what port are you consuming at present?
Bullfrog, Diet? I ain’t on no steenking diet! No Gimcrack would ever allow me to be admitted. Oh, and as to the port I am drinking? Hey, it’s a storm out there at the moment