Kevin's Watch

I confess. As I compose this post, I'm eating fun size snickers bars from Halloween. We are all sitting at computers while we participate here at KW. Lets have a show of hands. Who still has a bowl of tooth rot sitting next to their computer? I ask as my hand is raised in shame.

Not I. I'm at work.

I'm at work too. Whats your point?

Ummmm....I don't work at a candy store?

I'm not at work. I'm on holidays.

Sorry what was the question again?

Ran out of halloween candy last night.

Damelon wrote:Ran out of halloween candy last night.

You have my sympathy.

Thanks.

There was never any haloween candy in my case, I tell trick or treaters that if the y try any kind of trick, to expect a petrolbomb through their letter box.

Hierachy wrote:There was never any haloween candy in my case, I tell trick or treaters that if the y try any kind of trick, to expect a petrolbomb through their letter box.

That aint very neighborly of ya Hierachy. Even though I was away from home on Halloween, I did managed to end up with a few bags of candy. I'm sure you've been there. You are roaming the English version of Wal-Mart and they've thrown a ton of candy, pile after pile right there in the front of the store daring you to buy as much as you can. I couldn't help myself. I'm been lucky so far. I'm 6 foot 1 inch and weigh about 180 lbs. It hasn't gotten to me just yet.

Trick or treating isn't so much of a tradition in England, which means that your not mean if you don't give out candy...

Hierachy wrote:Trick or treating isn't so much of a tradition in England, which means that your not mean if you don't give out candy...

I understand. We are separated by a common language.

.. but it is mean to threaten to petrolbomb someones house in England, and also illegal metinks...

Hierachy wrote:.. but it is mean to threaten to petrolbomb someones house in England, and also illegal metinks...

I agree. Perhaps we two, you and I aren't so different after all?

Well, we do share the same addiction after all... no, what am I thinking, you give candy to trick or treaters, we are so different that we should not be native to the same universe, let alone the same planet.

"You make me sad. Very well, so be it. Come Patsy."
"None shall pass."

To be actual I never give out candy to trick or treaters. I openly admit that I have indulged the whims of my daughter to participate in this truly barbaric ritual. I have dutifully followed her through the streets of my community allowing her to dress as a fairy and beg for candy from strangers. I however am no longer afflicted by my offspring's desire for she has become too mature for such trifles as trick or treat. I do confess to the crime of eating Halloween candy. I’m not ashamed! Do you hear? Well, maybe a little.

clearfrontier wrote:I confess. As I compose this post, I'm eating fun size snickers bars from Halloween.

How can you eat candy at a time like this? World attention deficit disorder is at an all time high. Now, what the heck were we talking about anyway? BTW, I've been meaning to ask you guys. Who's sitting at their computer still eating Halloween candy? I know I really am busy trying to get tha cup holder on my computer to close, but somebody seems to have stuck an eight-track tape in the slot. I have it when "Stairway To Heaven" stops in the middle, to be followed by 20 interminable seconds of silence, a "Ping", then 20 more excruciating seconds of silence, followed by 2 seconds of Prbert Plant screaming like he stubbed his toe, followed by that annoying "Fatal Error" box popping up on my screen. Did I mention that world attention deficit disorder is at an all time high? I really mean it; if nobody else wants it, I'm eating the last slice of pizza.

Well, dAN. I suspect that you might have eaten far too much candy. The sugar seems to have rotted your brain clean through to the hard rubber core. You remember when we used to peel the outer skin off of a baseball and have fun unwinding the rubber bands? Oh wait. You don't. Hmmm.... I'll have to keep that cherished memory alive for the both of us. Tis a bleedn' shame it is. A bleedn' shame. as I shake my head back and forth.

clearfrontier wrote:Well, dAN. I suspect that you might have eaten far too much candy. The sugar seems to have rotted your brain clean through to the hard rubber core. You remember when we used to peel the outer skin off of a baseball and have fun unwinding the rubber bands? Oh wait. You don't. Hmmm.... I'll have to keep that cherished memory alive for the both of us. Tis a bleedn' shame it is. A bleedn' shame. as I shake my head back and forth.

It was a golf ball, fool. In fact, I think you ate the damn thing, because trying to count all the dimples frustrated you too much. I tried to tell you it wasn't a Mood Pie, but the dimples hypnotized that simple noggin of yours, and no matter how many times I hit you in your misshapen head with my nine iron, it was too late. At least you didn't eat the boomerang.



Or did you?!?

dAN wrote: It was a golf ball, fool. In fact, I think you ate the damn thing, because trying to count all the dimples frustrated you too much. I tried to tell you it wasn't a Mood Pie, but the dimples hypnotized that simple noggin of yours, and no matter how many times I hit you in your misshapen head with my nine iron, it was too late. At least you didn't eat the boomerang.
Or did you?!?

I don't mean to argue the point but you may remember having dismantled far more than one object during that period. Perhaps the miles of red thread might jog your memory. To be fair we opened up more than one golf ball. If you remember some were liquid filled and some solid core. The boomerang karma came back to haunt me with the breaking of the neighbors window. And only David Owen's fishing sinker ever struck me about the head and that was an accident that I paid for with several stitches. Damn these repressed childhood memories.