Well, started writing again, in depth. Finally away from Mars, at least
for a bit -- got to do some quick edits and enhancements
tomorrow. I'm not sure what my NDA is on the current project, but
I can say it involves giants, since that's suitably vague. This is fun;
I'm back to culture building and flavor text, with some Crunchy Bits
thrown in. If I keep on scheldule, I'll get it done a week ahead
without killing myself. If push myself to my limit, I can have it done
by next weekend, but I don't need to, and I think I do better work when
I'm not forcing myself.
Especially given what my coding schedule is like, leaving myself time to take a breather is good.
We ordered from Dominos today. It's OK, and cheap enough we can get
three or four meals out of their 3 for 5 deal, but I miss REAL pizza,
defined as 'New York City' pizza. Here is what NYC pizza is:
a)It is sold in a small store which is run by three Italian-Americans
between 20 and 60. One of them must be named 'Vinnie'. There may or may
not be a Guido or a Mario, but there must be a Vinnie. I believe one of
the functions of the NYC Board of Health is to verify this. (Lord
knows, looking at the restauraunts, they don't do much else...)
b)The crust is thin, and hard. You must bend the pizza in half to eat
it. The crust must crack when this is done. If the crust does not
crack, you send it back, as Johnny Cochran might say.
c)It must drip orange grease. This grease should be the color, texture,
and transparency of orange-scented dishwashing liquid. No one is quite
sure what produces the orange grease, but it must be there.
d)The first bite should sear the roof of your mouth. The skin will hang
down in little annoying flaps for several hours, possibly a day or
more. Further, as you attempt to complete the bite, you will stretch
out about a foot of mozzeralla cheese. Then, the entirety of the cheese
covering slides off the pizza (there is almost no friction between the
bread and the cheese, a function of the orange grease), and slaps into
your chin, burning it.
e)Scoop the cheese into your mouth before it hits the floor.
f)Eat the bread.
g)Repeat, but now every other slice has gotten stone cold.
THAT is what real pizza is, and there ain't none of it here in the frakkin' Midwest.
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