Yep, that's a pizza box. And it's on my desk. There's no pizza in it. Normally, that would be pretty disappointing, but I'm OK with it.
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There's definitely something impressive about the creativity on display here–had it just been a normal email, fax or snail mailed press release, it very well could have been ignored. But I definitely didn't ignore this missive, given that it was in a real, used pizza box. The grease stains are the proof. Finally, “Free Crap” that we can legitimately call “crap”!
Plus, they're having a lot of fun with the theme, with a note inside saying “interstellar food safety regulations prohibit the delivery of pizza through the mail.” (But not lingering pizza smells, clearly.) There's also a lot of perseverance on display here: the box was originally mailed to our old offices in Santa Ana, returned, and then hand-delivered to our new offices today. So who knows how old those grease stains are! (Let's not think too long to about that.)
