And so it is, the posting and the blogging fad has come and gone. How quickly we abandon what gives us pleasure no more. Is this a void of burnt crispiness in which I punch key after key after key in some small shred of hope for someone, somewhere to glance a glimpse into my thoughts written in desperation?

Pizza was good once, but no, we leave the uneaten piece alone in its box to dry up and congeal into a hard sauced mess. But such is the way of things in a world where our ever advancing technological manic addictions are overcoming us all and we move on to fresher, spiceier, tastier pizza than the stale ninety-nine cent cardboard boxed kinds we all used to think were so neat.

All I can say is, the burnt pizza has been checked...

Or has it?