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The Noid infected pop culture so much in the ‘80s that he crossed into the realm of t-shirts, toys, and video games. But he mercifully disappeared from our TV screens by the '90s, not because the ads weren’t selling pizzas, but because of the kind of public relations nightmare that only a mentally ill gunman could create.

In January 1989, a man carrying a .357 Magnum revolver broke into an Atlanta Domino’s restaurant and held two employees hostage for five hours. 

Eventually, the hostages escaped and the man was apprehended. His name? Kenneth Lamar Noid.

That was no coincidence. Kenneth Noid had been suffering from a dark carnival of brain problems that led him to believe that the bombardment of TV commercials inviting pizza fans to “avoid the Noid” were making fun of him, personally. The advertising campaign drove his psychosis to the point that he believed the Domino’s Pizza Illuminati were breaking into his apartment while he was away to monitor him.

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in case anyone’s wondering how ive been: here’s a pic of me yesterday eating lunch at the nicest restaurant in atlanta paid for by my lovely boyfriend


Korean food is built on bold flavors: spicy pickled vegetables, sweet, smoky meats and pungent, salty stews. That can be a little intimidating for some American diners. But the authors of a new book called Koreatown hope to change that.

Deuki Hong and Matt Rodbard spent two years eating in Koreatowns, from Los Angeles to Atlanta to New York. Restaurants like Cho Dang Gol, a little place in Manhattan that’s known for its stews and house-made tofu, where we met for lunch. Rodbard ordered a bowl of kalbijjim — a short-rib stew that’s savory and sweet with a fiery kick. Hong says it’s a perfect example of Koreans cooking for Koreans.

“When we build restaurants, it’s for us. Because we miss home flavors, we miss the motherland,” says Hong. “It’s not like, ‘Hey, let’s invite this critic in here, or this person.’ It’s not like we don’t care about you guys. It’s just not our focus. And, yeah, we don’t really care.”

Welcome To 'Koreatown,’ A Cookbook To Tempt American Taste Buds

Photos: Courtesy of Clarkson Potter and Sam Horine/Courtesy of Clarkson Potter

"¿y si wigetta no es real?"

ésta pregunta se la hace la mayoría de las shippers, o a veces en medio de una discusión con gente que no shippea wigetta, los otros nos hacen ésta pregunta. Pues, cariños míos, déjenme decirles algo.

Si wigetta no es real, expliquenme ésto.

  • Por qué entre ellos tiran indirectas sobre su sexualidad.
  • Por qué se ponen tan nerviosos al nombrar “wigetta”.
  • Por qué malpiensan siempre las cosas mientras hablan.
  • Por qué se apodan entre sí “cariño” “corazón” “bebé”
  • Por qué no se le ve con frecuencia a Willy con mujeres.
  • Y viceversa.
  • Por qué los demás youtubers siempre los molestan con eso.
  • Pero ellos nunca dicen nada.
  • Por qué Vegetta estaba TAN nervioso cuando se fue a vivir con Willy.
  • Por qué cuando tuvieron la oportunidad de hacer un libro lo llamaron así.
  • Por qué Willy se mete en las conversaciones de Vegetta con otros en Skype pero silenciado.
  • Por qué siempre buscan la manera de estar juntos.
  • Por qué “It’s mine! ¬¬”
  • Por qué “My man…”
  • Por qué luego de todo el salseo con Yuya, Willy la dejó de seguir.
  • Por qué fueron a cenar a solas a un restaurant.
  • Por qué en las fotos de esa cena tenían una sonrisa gigante.
  • Por qué evitan hacer contacto visual.
  • Por qué cuando uno toca al otro, éste sonríe.
  • Por qué la mayoría de las veces tuitean cosas cariñosas hacia el otro.
  • Por qué Vegetta lo mira a Willy con tanto amor.
  • Por qué Willy se queda embobado mirando a Vegetta.
  • Por qué Mami luzu.
  • Por qué durmieron juntos en Atlanta.
  • Por qué si se miran se sonríen.

Porque recuerda, que nosotras no elegimos shippearlos, ellos quisieron que lo hagamos mediante momentos, besos, palabras y miradas.

atlanta gothic
  • every restaurant you go to serves coke. when you ask anyone about pepsi, they yell and rant about how bad it is, how much better coke is. it must be better if this mob says it is. just take a sip, the rage will subside
  • are you sure those zombies are extras for the walking dead? that’s what everyone has said, but your friend who said he was signing up hasn’t been seen for weeks. there are no cameras and their eyes are pleading for help
  • there are too many people on connecting flights. delta always takes them here. what are they doing with them? do the tourists ever get to their final destination? were they ever going anywhere in the first place?
  • every road you’ve driven on has been named peachtree. have you moved at all? your stomach tenses but you keep driving. maybe you’ll get there eventually
  • the largest aquarium in the world, and you are always being watched. there are eyes in every tank and you are afraid. what else is lurking in the back of that giant tank? there’s something there, you just know, and it’s definitely not of earth
  • “they city too busy to hate,” they say. they choose to ignore the laws that have been revoked too late, the signs and the slurs. it’s all a blur you can’t recognize, maybe because you don’t want to. you’re too busy to hate, too busy to notice it.

Matthew Botsford was standing outside an Atlanta restaurant when a shot rang out. Two men who’d been denied entry into the establishment moments earlier, in what has to be one of the most over-the-top customer service freakouts of all time, were indiscriminately firing at the front of the building. One of the bullets hit Botsford in the head. He remembers feeling a pain like a hot needle driving into his skull, then falling to the pavement, at which point everything went black. He died three times on the way to and at the hospital before doctors finally put him into a medically-induced coma that lasted for 27 days.

His descriptions of the things he saw while in that coma are nothing short of terrifying. Things began with him shackled at his wrists and ankles, suspended in midair over a deep, glowing red pit. Inside the pit, four-legged creatures roamed the floor while smoke billowed up from the magma below. Each plume of smoke contained exactly one tortured soul, suffering all alone.

That’s something else Botsford made note of … the isolation. All around him he could hear the screams of millions of damned souls, but their company was meaningless, because he understood that he was by himself and that this would last for eternity. He’s kind of overstating that loneliness, though, because at one point, a team of demons showed up to eat his flesh right from the bone, only to have it immediately grow back so they could eat it again.

Finally, he was spared when a gigantic hand reached through the wall and pulled him out. As it did, he heard someone say, “It’s not your time.”

4 Creepy Visions of Hell From Real Near Death Experiences

Korean Word of the Day

= alcohol, liquor

  • 술집 = drinking house, bar
  • 술고래 = heavy drinker, drunkard
  • 술취하다 = get drunk
  • 술깨다 = sober up
  • 술끊다 = quit drinking

사진: Chuy’s TexMex Restaurant, Atlanta

There’s a loud and annoying family seated next to me at this shitty Atlanta airport restaurant and they’ve obviously not flown recently and they’re arguing about whether they’re in the correct terminal that their flight is departing from (nope) and whether the flight time listed on the monitors is when boarding starts (nope) and I should really tell them they need to leave 10 minutes ago to get two terminals over to have any prayer of making their flight that departs in 15 minutes but the Dad has on a Donald Trump shirt so byeeeee.