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I never thought it would happen. Really, truly, I never thought the McPizza would die. And yet, I was rocked with some devastating news on Tuesday: eater.com grubstreet.com munchies.vice.com My reaction to this news was appropriately collected and calm: LIFE HAS NO MEANING ANYMORE https://t.co/QYcu5RByPD — Matt Birt (@BirtMC) September 5, 2017 After taking the time to process this loss, I would like to now recite a poem in honor of the McPizza. Crisp and hot you came to me Your scent and looks alluring so ‘twas late that night, but shake in hand I sank my teeth into your dough O stars, what bliss! What ecstasy! Time did stop at half past eleven From hands of fries and apple pies I was given a taste of heaven Back, with haste I drove to town! Anew with life and stomach full A #WhabammWednesday for the books The shocking story must be told Of Pomeroy’s most secret fare On eager ears ...

I didn't really know what to write about for my first contribution to this site. My initial idea was a post titled "Welcome to Wednesday." My lead started like this: Today is Wednesday. It is not Tuesday. It is not Hump Day. It is not #WhabammWednesday (although maybe it should be). Even though it is just Wednesday, let's rewind to take a look at what this week   And that's where I stopped. It didn't feel natural or original. It was obvious I was forcing something and I didn't want to start with weak content. So instead I'll talk about what's been going on inside my head lately, and possibly give you a peek at things to come. --- BACKGROUND --- Looking back on my college days, I believe my four years at Ohio University provided me with some of the best creative ideas I think I've ever had. Twitter -- which I had laughed off in high school because it seemed so stupid -- was forced upon me in my first semester and I never looked back...