So days when I spend the whole time doing only a particular thing like sorting Magic cards, studying or documenting toys I wish I had as a wee lad nothing interesting happens and then, when all seems lost, I order 3 thin crust chicken pizzas from Dominos and have the call answered by someone who’s profoundly skilled in the art of phone sex with statements like “what toppings do you want on your… pizzas” in that dirty whispery way that makes it sound like she’s cheating on her husband.  I don’t know if it’s coincidence or pure marketing genius, but either way I look forward to purchasing more pizza.