The Candy Bracket

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=candy/classic/061030

I've got ButterFinger and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups going to the Final Four, but watch out for a surpise run by Mentos. Kudos for the mentions of the Full Candy Bar, the Foo Fighters, Baseball Card Bubble Gum, and Razor Blade Apples. No kudos for the failure to mention Kudos.

The Freshmaker indeeed...

First they tell me Pluto isn't a planet, and now this

From the NY Times science page (I can't do a direct link, so you'll have to find it yourself). I just don't see it catching on...

Lehigh

Had a great weekend back at the old Alma Mater this weekend ("On the breast of old South Mountain, reared against the sky..."). Campus looks great, friends look even better, and I got a hot new sweatshirt. The quotes below have nothing to do with the pictures to which they're attached. This is my TOLAS and I'll do it my way.

"Why is everything happening?"

"Do you lock your refrigerator?"

"Are we leaving now? Why are bags opening?

"Keep the vacuuming noise away."

"Rubies *are* red. Interesting..."

"From Hungaria... Wait, that's not a place."

"I'm going to become a monk..."


"Is that your work laptop?" "No. ::pause:: Yes."


"I don't know who I should root for"

I'm smarter than I think; that's why I should listen to myself

So I bought a laptop. Then before I got it, it disappeared. I nearly bought another laptop, but I didn't (that was me listening to myself, which I'm super glad I did). Then the laptop I bought came back, kind of. Now it's on the way to me, in theory. So maybe I'll have the laptop that I may or may not have bought.

Moral of the story: eBay drives me nuts like few other things, which I knew going in (this was my first real eBay purchase). I should have listened to myself, and then been better prepared mentally for the ebbs and flows of the merciless master that is online auctions.
Other moral: Maybe I'll soon have a laptop.
Fake moral: then I found $5.

Various Musings

Major accomplishment of the week: I rekeyed a lock. I'm cooking on the locksmithing work now. It was hard (I'm pretty sure it was mechanical failure rather than operator failure), but I was able to make a lock work for a different key. Pretty cool. I also made a duplicate of our apartment key, which is exciting too. It worked pretty good, then I tried to fix it and it works less good now, but it does work. I might have to find a way to add a smidgen of material...

A new person is moving in down the hall from me. The nametag on the door: David Matthews. What happens if I'm walking down the hall, minding my own business, and then WHAM! I crash into him, yeah? And then he falls, and Will Cooper and Bill Greer walk by and fall over him, he'll be tripping Billies. If he leaves crumbs from his lunch around, he might see the ants marching. He's new to the 6th floor, so he probably doesn't know that the fountain tastes all chorinate, so I'll have to tell him don't drink the water. Yes, I'm crazy, and this is going to drive me nuts, and then I will proceed to drive everyone around me nuts. Alreadym every time I walk by his office, I hum "Sat-e-llite (doo doo dooo do do)". And if he hears me each and every time, there's no way he'll want to stay for a while...

Why did the NYT bother having AO Scott review Man of the Year? I'm pretty sure I could have written the same review, and I've never even seen the movie. Scott's usual razor-sharp wit seemed dulled a bit by the obvious stupidity of the movie, although he does take the time to peg Christopher Walken quite accurately. It's like bringing in Pedro Martinez to intentionally walk a batter... Save him for a movie where there's actually something to say that we don't know already...

I'm actually not a big Dave Matthews fan, so maybe David will be cooler

PBC Update

I can attest that Giant has filled the space formerly reserved for Peanut Butter Crunch with Pirates of the Carribean cereal. A sad day in the cereal world. I doubt The Cap'n has the appeal to female eaters that Captain Jack Sparrow does. Which is depressing... Sometimes I just don't get women. Or grocery store cereal stockers.

10 million strong...

A long time ago I posted about how I am addicted to the faux orange chalky blandness of my Centrum Chewables vitamins. And so I was disappointed when I could no longer find them at Giant. I think Giant has it out for anything I like. Next thing you know they'll stop selling beef... Anyway, tonight while shopping at Giant I made my way down the vitamin aisle, and noticed a bottle that looked very similar to the one I have (which is nearly empty) except for one key difference: this one says "Centrum Kids" and has Sponge Bob, the Rugrats kid, and Dora the Explora on it. So I bought it. I brought it home and compared it side by side to my current bottle. The vitamin ingredients and doses were all the same. I opened the bottle. The tablets look the same, but multiple scents emerge from the bottle, and some of the tablets are pink and some are purple, and they each have an imprint of one of the characters from the label. So now I am going to be taking children's vitamins. If it takes Sponge Bob and Dorer the Explorer to get me to take my vitamins, at least I'm getting the minerals I need. And the part I'm most upset about is the fact that I doubt the pink and purple will be as ... good isn't the right word... um, as satisfactory as the orange ones.

And now you know why I don't TOLAS more often...