Yeah, especially since their new slogan says something about “you provide the recipe.” Uh, no. Last I checked, sauce and crust required recipes, and that’s not my job.
You guys don’t understand the ad business. It doesn’t matter if what you say is obvious; what matters is that you say it first. If other pizza chains chime in and say “yeah, well we let you choose the ingredients, too”, they’re also-rans and look like they’re glomming onto someone else’s schtick.
An early episode of Mad Men made this point very well by adding “It’s Toasted” to the Lucky Strike campaign. All tobacco is toasted. But Lucky Strike made it a registered trademark, preventing others from making the same claim. Genius.
Of course. Who doesn’t love toast?
Somebody could have undercut Lucky Strike by saying something like “Toasted, and with no messy toast crumbs.” 
It’s incredibly fucking hot - like, high 90’s hot.
The good news: Tomorrow we may get a thunderstorm! Hooray!
The bad news: We’re all stupid enough to live in the fucking desert, so the thunderstorm isn’t predicted to bring any actual rain, at least not rain that makes it to the ground. It may, however, cause some forest fires!
Seriously, I fucking hate living in the desert.
(This is made even worse by the fact that my anger will last for roughly half an hour, at which point I will notice the beautiful sunset outside, and go, “Oh, right. This is one of the most beautiful places in the country”. So…fuck beautiful sunsets, too.)
Dear Numbnuts:
Under some circumstances I would judge you capable of blowing your nose and carrying on a cellphone conversation at the same time (using that marvelous Bluetooth headset which enables hands-free conversation).
Adding “highway driving” to the mix is where our master multitasker falls short. Or at least that’s the conclusion I came to when you obliviously drifted into my lane, nearly sideswiping me at 65 mph.
You will need to concentrate on just one of the three activities delineated above. Since you are at the wheel of a car moving at highway speeds, I suggest a focus on “driving”.
Dear fellow parking lot parkers… I have a hatchback. I’m getting a lot of groceries. I park away from the doors to get a walk, where there are plenty of available spaces. I park forward in the space for the sole purpose of having enough room to get me, and hopefully, the cart, behind the hatch to load the groceries into my car. When I pull forward in the space like that, it is not an invitation for you to put your SUV on my bumper. Thank you for your consideration and next time: Stay In Your Own Damn Space, or choose another one.
I think most people would put this in it’s on pit thread, but I refuse to be that upset about it.
This Saturday I had a party to celebrate my graduation party. I invited all of my friends, including some that are three hours away. Note that most of these friends are in my RenFaire Guild and I regularly drive up there for parties, Guild meetings, etc.
Who showed up for my party? Rick. That was it. Not any of the people who said they’d might come, not my ex-boyfriend (‘it slipped his mind’), not my ex-roommate.
Thanks guys. It’s nice to see how important I am to you.
Ugh, that would really upset me too.
A couple of years ago my husband and I were hosting a themed party right around Halloween and invited probably 50 people, of which at least 30 had said they’d be there. FIVE people showed up. I was so upset, and we’ve not had a party since.
I was in charge of booking dinners for our social group for a while, and I’ll never do that again for pretty much the same reasons - last minute RSVPs, changes, people showing up who didn’t RSVP, etc. We need another term for “common courtesy” - it sure ain’t common any longer.
And apparently from the walking and driving rants we can add “common sense” to the list of terms that need updating too.
Four years ago, I was driving a 20,000 pound armored truck down a Minneapolis street at 35mph when this business woman simply walked out in the street in front of me, never having made any effort to look in either direction. Fortunately for her, the man she had just walked past reached out, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and jerked her back on the sidewalk. She was just starting to turn in anger and her mouth just starting to open when we flashed through the place she had been walking.
From the scene in the rear view mirror, she may have been in need of a change of underwear after that.
My dislike is inestimable when it comes removing the rotted out fence posts that border my property. I have yet to find a swear word or an appropriate allusion to express my dislike for these foul things.
So phooey on them, I say. Double phooey!
Silver Tyger Girl: hugs
And since this is the pit, I’ll rant about my bigoted co-workers, who are more upset about Sandra Bullock kissing a woman than the fact that one lady’s job is in serious jeopardy due to the impending promotion/deparature of a staff member. Geez, women can be such catty bitches! This lady was sitting right there at the table – I swear she was close to tears – and her concerns were repeatedly and forcefully brushed off so everyone could make noises of disgust about female celebrities who kiss other female celebrities.
Sandra Bullock kissed a girl?!? Hubba hubba!
Why the fuck did the universe give one my nicest neighbors stage four breast cancer that’s spread to her bones? Her youngest child is only seven. 
Fuck. Damn. Hell.
I live in England. We’re not blessed with a lot of good weather and sunny days are a bit of a rarity here.
So, why in the name of all that’s toasty, do my fuckwit neighbours have to pick the one and only decent day to burn things? I have a load of laundry out, I have the windows open to get some air in the house because it’s stuffy…and within half an hour, some numbnuts has a bonfire going. And going. And going.
Don’t you people have any consideration for others? You can stand in your garden and physically see my laundry out on the line, and you still had to light up your little bonfire in the corner of your garden, thereby encouraging a few other neighbours to do exactly the same thing?
A pox on you, I say, a pox!
Maybe you just need a better class of friend.
I don’t think that’s it; from the things I’ve read here, it seems to be the way people are doing things these days. Rather than try to get everyone to change, I’ll just bow out of a position that was making me nuts.
Or you could just punch them in the teeth 'til they grow some fucking manners.
You should start an advice column.