Having worked at Domino’s Pizza, I ate a lot of that food over a two-year period. I have only eaten it once since leaving 5 years ago. Their current ad campaign about new ingredients and quality food got me intrigued. We ordered some pizzas tonight and this is my review.

Opening the box, it looked very similar to the pizza I used to deliver. Specifically, the cheese had that sort of plastic look. The crust looked a little bit better around the edge.

The taste was not noticeably different than what I remember. The sauce was a little bit better. The bread and the cheese wasn’t much different. The crust around the edge was good with the garlic and herb stuff. Overall, I wasn’t very impressed. In fact, I felt pretty let down. I don’t expect it to be gourmet pizza, but it’s just not like how they advertise it. I almost kinda want to work there again, just to know if they really have changed anything, or if they just put garlic herby stuff on the crust and call it ‘new’.

On the plus side, they are now using technology in a fantastic way. The pizza tracker thing is perfect for a geek like me. I get to see when the pizza goes into the oven and then yell over to the wife, “Amy just put it in the oven!” This feature would be the icing on the cake, except that the cake tastes like cardboard with ketchup on it.

The other night, I had a dream that I cannot forget. I was driving on a highway, in what could have been Los Angeles. After a while of driving, there was a sudden impact in the distance and a bright light. I averted my eyes quickly and knew that I would most certainly be dead in a few moments. It was a very intense feeling and yet I was at peace with it.

There was a period of darkness, possibly unconsciousness. When I woke up (within the dream), half of my vision was skewed. It wasn’t really blurry or gone completely, but something was different. When I saw my face in a reflection, I noticed that one of my eyes was completely white. No pupil or iris, nothing.

I stood up disoriented. I wasn’t sure if I was alive or dead. I didn’t know where I was or what was going on. When I started to realize that I somehow survived a nuclear attack, my only thought was to find my wife. I’m not sure of the events or modes of travel, but I managed to get to her office building (still intact). I found her alive and scared under a desk.

We were leaving the area outside when another survivor (nutcase) is walking around waving a gun and shooting in no particular direction.

We found a safe place (a condominium) and raided the food pantry for canned goods. There was some messing with electronic devices to try to get a radio signal, but it didn’t work. There happened to be a boat tied to a dock just off the back porch of this condo. So we decided to take as much food as we could and take the boat in search of other survivors (non-nutcases).

The end.

When I got my MacBook Pro, I was just happy to have a new computer. I knew there would be benefits and a large part of why I went to Apple was because I was sick of Windows bull dookie.

Today, my sister was telling me about the PC she has but can’t use, because it won’t connect to the Internet. I wanted to help, since I know a thing or two about PCs. So we spent the next hour and a half trying various things to get the computer working with her broadband internets. No luck. I ended up telling her to just reinstall Windows XP.

The best part was when we were talking about how I knew all these things to try, because I have had to do this type of troubleshooting many times before on Windows-based PCs. That says a lot about a product, doesn’t it? Users have to be uber-geeks to be able to keep it working right. Or they need a lot of money to pay an uber-geek to fix it.

Not like any of this matters since my sister will be taking her work iMac home in a week or so. Problem solved. And I get the satisfaction of knowing that I don’t have to deal with Windows lunacy unless someone else is having problems. In which case, I can help them and tell them all about how much greener the grass is on the other side.