Pizza is a lot like sex

Incidentally, I swear I'm not dead, or seduced away to tumblr, or in a Mexican prison for selling indecent imagery of underage narwhals in international waters, or whatever. I'm just in Montreal, working. Also, hockey happened, I really started trying to bring some serious game to my vodka infusion project, my house flooded, and Louise was living with me again for a while and that always means I have to put out a lot of fires, all of them literal. Most of these things weren't related, but sometimes they did intersect.

I'll be back soon! Yammering about all kinds of random shit! YOU CAN'T STOP ME!

In the meantime, please enjoy this picture I took while in Montreal of the unholy, carnal embrace of pizzaghetti. I find it simultaneously horrifying and fascinating, and have already sort of started to ship it and made up a complicated backstory of FORBIDDEN SAUCY LUST.

( Je t'aime, je t'aime )

Truly, a love story for the ages.