The surreal high point of my day was the Greek pizza joint. I work for a television station in Boston, and today I had to get up at a ridiculously early hour and set up video equipment to record a Superior Court Hearing. It involved a lot of waiting around for things to start, but I did manage to finish reading Aimee Bender's "An Invisible Sign of My Own" during all of it (really, really great book.....but you probably already knew that). After more work-related tomfoolery, I was really, really hungry. Spending nearly all my cash on an ill-conceived plan to see as many Belle and Sebastian live shows as possible next month (200 dollars for second row seats in Boston? Sign me the hell up!) has left me a bit on the broke side, so my options were basically pizza or gumballs. At the pizza stand (I'd had gumballs for breakfast) the jaunty Greek fellow who ran the establishment saw me emerge from the work-mobile, with the big t.v. station logo on the side. He then proceeded to harangue me, at len gth, about satellite television stations. Sometimes in Greek, sometimes in English. I caught about every, oh, fifth word. I did not, however, want to appear impolite, so I tried to nod a lot and interject with positive, non-commitall statements like, "Boy, I hear that!" and "You ain't just whistling dixie, Bucko!" This seemed to get him even MORE animated, and he shouted "Do you know how many people in Greece watched the American Superbowl?", then he paused, as if he expected me to answer. After a too-long silence he blurted, "TWO AND A HALF MILLION!" "Wow", I responded, not knowing what else to say. I was enjoying the good-natured back-and-forth with my new pal, but all this human interaction was, admittedly, keeping him from giving me the slice of pizza which, at this point, I was anticipating so much that I kept singing the bit in the Turbonegro song "The Age of Pampirus" where they yell, "So you say you want a piece of pizza? WELL NOT LIKE THIS!!!" over and over in my head. I figured the only way to really kill the conversation was to explain, in great detail, the plot of a comic book I had read when I was elementary school (which has stuck with me lo these many years in the parts of my brain where, say, the ability to tell right from left should be) wherein the culinary dish known as "pizza" was invented by the evil G.I. Joe villain Serpentor during one of his past lives. I didn't actually tell the pizza guy this; I figured he'd find it boring (luckily, I have no such compuctions now!) but between the Turbonegro song and the comic book plot and the instinctual parts of me screaming "HUNGRY!" my brian was getting pretty noisy. "I'm sorry", I told him, "I really have to go." I took my pizza slice and left. I've had better, but not recently. Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+