It was Friday night and I got depressed—as do all people who don’t know what to do with themselves when they don’t have anything urgent to do at the moment. My solution to depression was classically self-destructive: I ordered pizza, poured Scotch and watched Game of Thrones. I found all of these but the Scotch deeply disappointing, so the solution didn’t really solve much, besides successfully dissolving some of the disappointment in the budget whisky.
What I hated the least was that my favourite (possibly the only) pizza delivery service in my location tentatively entered the twenty-first century and introduced the option of online ordering. Since they launched the online order feature, I’m sure the company has noticed a huge influx of new customers recruited from the ranks of sad, pathetic and socially inapt people like me, who are willing to do anything to avoid making a phone call. Even if it means starving to death because ordering by phone is too much of an embarrassment to go through. What needs to be done now is the deployment of drones for pizza delivery—I don’t want to talk to the pizza boy.
Though the pizza wasn’t worth the money (next time I’ll use the pizza money to buy more/better booze) and the latest episode of Game of Thrones had sedative effects on me (unrelated to the alcohol consumed), I did my best to have some fun: I made a pizza unboxing video. This feat was inspired by a conversation with Cardinal Guzman and Rebekah (and others) below the post on my new laptop, where iPhone unboxing videos were ridiculed and the subversive idea of making a pizza unboxing video was suggested. Here you go.