
I've always believed that looking for treasure would increase my odds of finding it. However, most of my favorite pizzas were happened upon by accident in the first half of my life. But I love pizza more than most people do, I believe, and I'm willing to try a lot of lackluster pies in order to find the best.
Lonoke Arkansas is a nothing town, safer for boon docking than Little Rock. It's also the home of Pizza Pro. As if by accident, small town pizzas can be really special. Pizza Pro was not so special, but at least the chef knows what a pizza is supposed to be.
They had a hot box for their lunch special, and their slices looked like they were from a gas station. Either way, I only order fresh pies unless I'm in da big apple. For crusts, Pizza Pro offers Thin, Medium, and Stuffed. Since there is more than one form of "stuffed" pizza, I asked the lady at the counter what the stuffed was. She said it was really good, so as a show of faith, I got the stuffed. It was a stuffed crust pizza, like Pizza Hut's stuffed crust, with more cheese than one should probably consume.
Let's talk about that pizza. There are ratios, which score in at 3cr2ce3ch. I'll give their crust a rating of 3/5, it had a little chew, a little crunch, and a little goo. The stuffed handles were coated in parmesan and garlic, like a less yeasty crazy bread. Without the coating, their crust was generally tasteless. I'll rate their sauce a 3, adequately thick but unremarkable.
For style, they also get a 3. They had a nice little shop, and the decor was very relatable, the kind of stuff I'd hang up in my kitchen at home. For overall quality, they also get a 3/5. I might go back if I find myself returning to Lonoke Arkansas for another reason... but probably not. They get a 60% overall. Sometimes, I think about food as a movement and less of something that is merely consumed. To food, Pizza Pros fails to make much of a contribution, bringing nothing new to the table. Still I'm glad they are doing their part to fill the world with pizza.







Clan of the Cave Bear is about a young Cro-Magnon girl named Ayla who joins a clan of Neandrethals. It's a really great time if you ever speculate on what cave-life was like, back when everyone really was a hunter or gatherer. Auel also did a lot of research for this book, so for a lot of things, I imagine her telling it how it was. So maybe it was educational too.
If you didn't know, Carroll John Daly is famous for writing the first 'hard-boiled' story, followed by a lifetime supply of noir detective fiction. How did I end up with Lurking Shadows? I don't know. It was a pretty cool read, though. I imagined everyone talking like some Brooklyn tough guy in the 1930s. 'Oriental' people are protrayed terribly, running local opium dens.

Is Jurassic Park in your top ten films? It's in mine. The book was extremely satisfying. I didn't want to put it down. What a great time! After all, there's only so much that can be shown in a film. I should have read this years ago, like I always meant to, but somehow other things were more urgent. Did I even enjoy those other things? Probably not as much as I enjoyed reading Jurassic Park.
Lin Carter has written a lot of stories about Conan the Cimmerian, invented by Robert E. Howard.

I've never been a huge sword and sorcery kind of guy. Violence doesn't excite me, especially when I know the hero is going to survive and, in the end, move onto a new adventure in which they will survive again. However, I'm interested in anything with wizards and demons in strange worlds. Beyond the Black River is one of the first stories of Conan the Cimmerian (Barbarian). It takes place in the mythical Hyborian Age, on our very earth. Beyond the Black River is fantasy before high fantasy became a thing. That is, before Lord of the Rings.
I've read Le Guin's Earthsea books and found them to be classic and altogether pretty cool. But also boring for high fantasy adventures. Le Guin is however, a master in her own way, and I'm trying to read as many books as I can about writing and how to write a good novel.
