I woke up several times during the night last night, and each and every time, as I swam up into semi-consciousness, a phrase was running unbidden through my head : “pepperoni zamboni“.
In some sort of Field-Of-Dreams-Close-Encounters-esque fit of compulsive behaviour, the first thing I did this morning was whip up this quick and dirty pic, which comes reasonably close to reproducing the mental image that accompanied the phrase.
I couldn’t make this stuff up, folks.
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non compos mentis
My friends and I refer to Travis Green of the Toronto Maple Leafs as “Pizza,” on account of his resemblance to a pizza delivery boy.
Could Travis be communicating with your unconscious mind via some parapsychological trickery that only gritty third-line centres can master?
You know what’s truly freaky? I was going to send you an email this week asking if you can get a pizza in Korea. Why was I going to ask you this? I have absolutely no idea, but it hit me — ask Stavros is they have pizza in South Korea.
Ooooo. Oooooo.
Zambonis! I love zambonis on pizza or anywhere else. Woo-Hoo.
Stav, you knew this would happen didn’t you??
I’m with you jon. Zambonis rule.
That makes sense! I’m a relay between Travis Green and you, Chicky man! That’s why I had this urge to send you an email about pizza.
And the puck.
There is indeed pizza here, BB, or something like it. Koreans are pretty enthusiastic about junk food (and as a consequence there are a lot more overweight kids than there were even 5 years ago).
The local take on pizza is a bit weird and unpleasant, but the big American chains are all over the place, and predictably identical to their N American versions…we order from Domino’s once a month or so, as they make the best available in this area, at least.