Hey, I suck ... but cakes make everyone happy ... except when they're expensive

My big stupid mouth got me in trouble twice today. I more or less apologized to the parties involved but damn, I'm such an inarticulate clod. I'm sorry.

I burned my mouth really badly on too-hot pizza this afternoon, and I can still feel it now, twelve hours later. So that's sort of a third way my mouth has caused me grief today. It's been ages since I've burned my mouth on pizza. When I was kid it was a common enough occurrence, but I haven't had piping hot NY-style pizza in a while. Domino's, Pizza Hut, whatever else I've had in Saskatoon -- it just ain't the same. It would be a better kind of pain if it had been a better kind of pizza, but pizza-burn is like an emotional memory. It reminds you of more than what caused it initially ... it reminds you of all the times it's happened, even if all you can remember is vague snapshots of smelly streets and melty cheese and orange grease pooling in a paper plate.

I was going to write about pleasurable foods in which we indulge even with the foreknowledge of their unpleasant physical effects, but man, what a boring topic. And unappetizing, too! Instead, here's a picture of a cake from Dean and Deluca:



It's $80.

I watched Spartan this evening. It was written and directed by David Mamet and starred Val Kilmer. It was really good, until it wasn't. I guess today's been kinda like that.