Since their "tech" came out, my landline has apparently been dead too! What the hell did they do, shut off my entire phone line instead of fixing it?
So I'm annoyed and need something to amuse me. Which brings me to...some pie-throwing action.
Antigone Magazine is trying to raise money by selling calendars; in an effort to drum up business, the editor, a young woman named Amanda Reaume, has decided to take a pie in her face for every ten calendars they sell. They must be up to thirty, because so far, she's received three:
Self-inflicted, too -- that takes some moxie.
And then there are Ten Unexpected Pies in the Face:
And...ten more (with a Star Wars one)!
OK, that's helping my mood. A bit, anyway. Harumph.