Missing Pizza?
by Enna Morg

It's Tusday night, you just got home, exhausted. It's been a long, long day. You grab a can of smash, crack it open and call up your local pizza place. Sit back, relax, maybe thirty minutes, maybe fourty-five if they're busy, then you get your pizza right? Right?

Well, not if you order from Palm Pizza. Last week my grandson and I ordered a pair of personal pizzas with prepack pepperoni and the delivery driver never showed! You know what? Turns out I'm not the only one. Little bit of digging on the local datanet and a couple messages later and it seems Palm Pizza's been struggling to deliver.

Normally I'd assume that they're doing some kinda scam, taking people's money and then not delivering, but since they're almost as old as I am they don't even take payments by agent. Gotta hand over a credchip, which means the delivery driver has to show up for them to get paid.

Whatever's going on, I hope it gets fixed soon. I'd hate to see my favorite pizza spot go under.

Las Vegas Stickball Association Seeks New Members

by Enna Morg

These days the arthritis in my knees makes it hard for me to play, but once upon a time old Enna Morg used to be quite the stickball player. I would run, jump, and throw the ball and I've had my own fair share of shocks and bumps for it. There are very few things more exhilarating that a good game of stickball.

Well, for anyone who might be interested, the Las Vegas Stickball Association is looking for new members and new teams to fill out its roster. Anyone 16 or older is welcome to come play as long as you adhere to the rules and safety guidelines. Games are held all over the city and can happen at any time, any place. It's a grand experience for anyone interested.

Madlads Make Motorless Machines and Soar The Sky

By Jhett Speed

You ever drive without an engine? How about flown? What do you think that feels like? How exhilarating would it be to launch yourself into the sky stark naked with nothing but the gentle caress of the cool night while the world passes by below? Today your old friend Jhett Speed is gonna tell you how you get closer than you'd expect.

Now you're gonna need to do a couple steps.
Step One: Get a Partner. Need a team, two people, one pilot one mechanic. Simple, easy, someone's gotta build the thing and someone else's gotta fly it.
Step Two: Build whatever contraption your heart desires. Little box with wheels and glider wings? Go for it! Foot-pedal Helicoptor? Works too! Something that makes sense? I guess you can be boring that's fine. Shit, even just launching yourself out of trebuchet on wheels isn't out of the question!
Step Three: Go to the top of Four Queens down on Fremont and launch your Pilot buddy off the roof in your contraption! I'm sure nothing will go wrong!
Step Four: Some nerds who care about numbers keep track of how far you go and how long you're in the air. If you're lucky, you win a dirtbike and that's sick! (You can also take cash instead if you're that kind of person)

So basically, the people over at Mad Genius Motorsports are putting on a little competition. Build a motorless flying machine, see how far it flies, and the winning team gets a pair of dirtbikes or a roughly equivalent amount of cash. Plane, simple fun.

You can register via agent or in person.