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Oh for the love of God.  Save watching this video for when you are already in a bad mood or sad.  Viewer discretion advised.

Via TreeHugger.

Not too long ago I was looking into wooden stir sticks so we could switch to them at work, away from the plastic ones - you know… think plastic chemical leakage being placed in near boiling water - just don’t feel good about it, and I can’t be in love if it’s plastic.  Anyway, I was laughing pretty hard when I was reading the sole review that someone posted on Amazon.  Yes, this really is about drink stir sticks, though it turns out that this person is a review artist, gotta love him:

Stirring cream into coffee, watching the smoky cloud brighten the dusky drink, is the beginning of good days. Spoons work well-enough, but their inadequacy lay in their efficiency. Wide and concave, a spoon swirls creamed coffee swiftly, and the morning starts too fast. Pace those first moments with Wooden Coffee Stirrers, and every moment after will be more welcome than the last. 

With the Wooden Coffee Stirrers, the lingering night escapes more slowly, more gently. Mornings are better begun not bounding, but with a kind crawl. The thin, flat surface slips the cream into the coffee, blending like candlelight in a dim room in May. 

The wooden stirrer is closer to nature than the chemical of plastic, or the harshness of steel. Friendly to the fingertips, the action of the stirrer is comfortable, an ally for meeting your hopes for good coffee and a nice day. 

Increase the welcome of each morning by using the Wooden Coffee Stirrers. 1,000 should last a year. Make sure it is a good year. 

–Brockeim

This review became rather respectable in retrospect, but was very comedic when first encountered.

What would happen if In-N-Out flame grilled their burgers instead of heating them on that hot metal slab?

I don’t know if this was the case everywhere and they’ve just been plucking these places, or if they always only existed in certain parts of the country.  I’m talking about sit-down Pizza Huts.  When the sit-down Pizza Hut opened in my neighboring town of Bloomsburg in the late 80s, it was like a certain awesomeness had arrived.  My girlfriend turned me on to the fact that we don’t have these in LA, only small huts for pick up/delivery.  The Pizza Hut of our youths was a pretty cool place.  It looked cool inside, it was Pizza!, and it was part of the Book-it program in elementary or middle school.  For every book you read you got a star or sticker that went on a button or card (can’t remember exactly), and then when you filled your button or card, you got free pizza at Pizza Hut!  Me and my girlfriend decided to go back to my childhood Pizza Hut to remember the good times.

Holy crap.

Let me list off the disappointments/NOT the way it was when we were little:

• I thought there used to be more booth areas in the center of the Pizza Hut.  Now it is filled with tables in the center and booths only on the sides, making it less cozy/classy.  Not that Pizza Hut was every a classy establishment hah, but still.
• I don’t remember the people who worked there to be so bummish, but that could well be my childhood self not caring/noticing.
• The personal pan pizzas weren’t served in the deep metal pan that they used to be!  And where is the spatula to scoop the pieces out onto your plate?  Instead, they were handed to me by the waitress, who’s thumb/fingers were touching the Pizzas on the plate as she put them down.
• The pizzas didn’t seem to taste as good as they used to.  <– Could be a number of control factors throwing that off.  The bread sticks were flat out horrible though, no question.
• THE LEVEL OF DIRTINESS in there.  There was constant sweeping and trash removal going on around our table (always fun while eating).  I kept feeling debris hitting my leg from the girl’s sweeping.  I don’t know where the fuck they were sweeping all this shit as there was constantly garbage all over the ground.

What a disappointment, what a shit-hole.  Check out my gallery of camera-phone shots below the fold.

Also while doing some background research into this blog post, I discovered that Pizza Hut “uses a silicon based chemical, Polymethylsiloxane, as an additive in their cheese.  This chemical has not received final FDA approval as a safe food additive.” (link), yuk.

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I gotta say, the Danville area (very rural area where I grew up) is comin’ up.  Not only is there a Target only 30 mins away, the supermarkets now have things like MorningStar Farms and Naked Juice!  I asked the clerk at the grocery store a couple years ago if they had Naked Juice and she gave me this look like as if I’m some sort of pervert asking something very inappropriate and she’s about to ring the silent security button underneath the register.  Anyway, my friend Josh took us to this Thai place that now exists in the next town over.  Excited to see what small town Thai is like, we obliged.  The results are as follows, from my review posted on Google:

So this is all you’ve got in this area for Thai food as of 2008. Apparently it’s some sort of private dining club and not an official restaurant or something. I don’t know, a friend of ours took us here, and he’s a member I guess. He told us he made reservations and we were like “uhhh… you need reservations for a restaurant on a Monday night in Bloomsburg?” He was right, we did. It’s fairly small - has probably between 10-15 tables, and it got almost completely full after we arrived.

The service was ok. We were not asked if we wanted drinks. The food was hit & miss. We had some amazing pineapple rice, but my pad thai was probably the worst I’d ever had. All in all, it was ok. It’s all you got round these parts tho!