Believe me, this has absolutely everything to do with science fiction, bestselling authors and the Nebula Awards, since all of these things undoubtedly have one thing that links them: pizza.
Come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never eaten a pizza while watching Star Trek or between events at your last convention. Right? And I guarantee you that Connie Willis, Joe Haldeman, Orson Scott Card or SOMEBODY with a Nebula on their mantelpiece has eaten pizza, possibly within the last week.
And what about Pizza the Hutt? I rest my case. Science fiction is inextricably linked to pizza.
So, without further ado, here’s my own contribution to all things pizza, in the form of lyrics. (Go ahead, sing it. I dare you.)
PERSONAL PIZZA
(sung to Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode)
Your own personal pizza
Get some toppings that please
No anchovies
Your own personal pizza
Something to heed your pleas
For extra cheese
Eating alone
Dinner unknown
Danger zone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
You know I will deliver
Extra toppings
Or get some hot wings
A delivery fee
And gratuity
Lift up the receiver
You know I will deliver
Reach out for breadsticks
Reach out for breadsticks
Your own (your own)
Personal (personal)
Pizza
Reach out for breadsticks…