Friday, July 18, 2014


"I am the martyr of this TGI Friday's."

:(Caity Weaver's static odyssey in pursuit of infinity mozzarella sticks is a masterpiece uniting form, content, theory and object (respectively: prison diary or "gulag lit"; the haps over the course of 14 hours at a TGI Friday's; the Nietzschean chestnut that "only great pain, the long, slow pain that takes its time, forces us philosophers to descend into our ultimate depths; I doubt that such pain makes us 'better,' but I know that it makes us more profound"; unlimited plates of mozzarella sticks).

5:17 p.m. A rib falls on the floor.

Like the idea of unlimited TGI Friday's apps itself, the piece is simultaneously excruciating and full of reward. [Gawker]

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This is bullshit.

Okay, the article was entertaining, I'll grant you that. But Caity (the author) spent 14 HOURS at a TGI Friday's. And in all that time, she only ordered SEVEN PLATES? Let's do some math:

That's one plate every two hours.

6 sticks on a plate, that's 3 sticks an hour, or one stick every 20 minutes.

That is NOTHING.

Someone calls her out on this in the comments, and her response is basically, "They were bigger than regular mozzarella sticks, and tasted pretty gross."

Not good enough, Caity. They should have sent a warrior, but instead they sent a child.


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