For the past eight years, with one or two month-long breaks, I’ve been cutting my pizzas with a butter knife.
Why? Because I hate pizza wheels, and those pizza scimitars are just too damn big for someone who, roughly 40% of the time, is cutting a Totino’s Party Pizza.
I should probably explain myself before I get to the product.
Sometime last year, I think, I rejoined a cult that I was a member of as a child–the Cult of the Public Library.
You should look into it, by the way. My chosen branch is the Arapahoe Library District. I’ll not mention the particular branch–where I choose to attend services–because it’s fairly near my house [though, weirdly enough, not near enough for me to be included in their district, so I’m just outside their service area, which limits some of my borrowing abilities].
My most recent…I’m running out of ways to make this sound churchian. Fuck. My most recent attendance was actually from home. From bed, even. The library has truly become a magical place. The benediction was a simple submission of my library card number, and a few words typed into a search form. So many books…and I could borrow twelve at once.
Twelve. In the old days, that could hold me for…a day or two, maybe a week if the books were long.
So, I wasted seven on the shittiest ‘nonfiction’ ghost books I could find. Well, five. The other two were Joe Hill books.
I won’t be talking about Joe Hill’s stuff, because one of them was just one story from a collection, and it did not suck.
I don’t like talking about things that don’t suck, because I can’t find words.
I want to talk about one of the ones that sucked. Ghost Hunt 2: MORE Chilling Tales of the Unknown.
So, yeah, slacking again. What have I done recently? Well, there was that week that I spent in bed [probably depression related], and then the extra day I spent in bed [my intestines exploded — it was very yucky], so I haven’t been doing much of anything.
That last day I spent in bed, though, I ended up experimenting with a free trial of Hulu+.
I won’t be paying them.