Confidential to Keith: Not right now, because I know you are busy with your own ‘thon, but when you have a chance, my timestamping still looks funky. My most recent post went up around 2:02 a.m. and it’s showing up as 2:30. There’s also a pair of posts timestamped an hour apart, even though I know that the only time that much time elapsed was when I was actually on a subway train. Again, not a big issue, just a curious one.
Last weekend, when Lloyd and I were temporarily rooming with Bunni while Con Ed tried to figure out what the hell happened to our power, we took a trip to Dylan’s Candy Bar on Third Avenue to stock up on both Blogathon snackies and additional snackies Bunni planned to bring to the LovecraCked premiere. Among the goodies she bought were several bags of Sour Patch Cotton Candy. It looked lurid and scary, but it also looked like exactly what she needed to stay awake: it’s cotton candy! it’s sour! What could go wrong?
As it turns out, just the very act of eating the stuff is where it goes wrong. It’s not even bad in a good way. It’s just bad. Kids, the Bunni is a wise and sage Bunni. Heed her words. Do not partake of the Sour Patch Cotton Candy, ever.