Pi Day is here again, and we’re going it commemorate the way we always do, not by acknowledging that π is perhaps the most important mathematical constant, but by celebrating the only Pi more important than 3.1415, that being, of course, the pizza pie. And who are the only people who love a good pizza pie more than we do? No one. No one does. But who loves a good pizza pie as much as we do? The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Duh! Whether in animated form or pixellated or live-action or live in concert, there’s no questioning the young amphibian fighters zeal for pizza (there is, however, some question about their topping choices). If only eating that much pizza would give us super strength and agility, instead of just making us sleepy and languid.
Let’s just hope that Michael Bay gets the pizza right in the upcoming TMNT reboot. Completely abandoning their original origin and turning them into aliens (and contradicting their very name) is one thing, failing to honor their insatiable love of pizza is a whole ‘nother. That’s heresy.
Happy Pi Day!
The holidays just keep on coming. Look at March, giving Late Decemeber-Early January a run for its money as the country’s premiere holiday season. Nice work, March!
Cause today is Pi Day! And, sure, we could take a few minutes to celebrate math. But that’s silly. Nope, here at Jumped the Snark Pi Day is always Pie Day. And who loves pizza more than these guys?
(Well, we’d argue that we like pizza as much if not more than the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but, unfortunately, no one has of yet made a supercut of us eating pizza at various times in various locations. We know, hard to believe. Also, we never liked how cheesy and undercooked the pizza looked in the movies. It was fine for the cartoon, because everything is exaggerated in animation, but in real life pizza shouldn’t looked like it’s topped with Polly-O string cheese.)
Okay, FINE, here’s a pretty great math video. IV hearts!
Which means it’s 3/11. So to honor the date we had two choices, either call New York City and complain about the building manager or post a music video from the premiere rock/rap/punk/skater/reggae outfit of the mid-90s. We went with option B.
On my alphabetically organized middle school-era CD rack 311 comes right after Sublime. And there’s something appropriate, perhaps even poetic, about that.
See you again in a year, 311! (unless I need to report a rude cab driver)