Candy Corn is made of sugar, water, corn syrup and marshmallow; the same ingredients as when it was invented in the 1880's.
Monday Mailbag question from: ByTheBook
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Marshmallows? Seriously?
Today’s fantasy: Moving to the Pacific Northwest. Seattle, Portland, Vancouver. Mountains and rain. I feel like I would enjoy this cold rain more if I were enveloped by mountains. But would things be that different? In any circumstance, I’m sure I’ll still have my western New York vowel shift.
This is why newspapers are dying, people.
I tried to read a hard-copy newspaper today. It was frustrating. I got ink all over my hands while trying to maneuver this large, awkward and flimsy thing. I got through one article before I found myself all discombobulated in a sea of classified obituaries. (Also, wtf Pittsburgh, classified obits?) How I longed to be back at my laptop. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy tactile sensations when reading. Reading novels online is almost as obnoxious as reading the physical newspaper. I can’t imagine curling up on the couch with my Kindle. However, as I settled back down in front of my laptop and opened my Google Reader, this appeared in front of me. And then I decided, until hard-copy newspapers are able to support .gifs, I’m sticking with the internet.
Site of the Day: The weatherman says it’s 54 and breezy out, but how would go about translating that into wardrobese? At obama-weather.com, President Obama is standing by to help you determine which outfit best suits current weather patterns.
Not down with taking orders from The Man? Tell the Commander-in-Chief to kiss your shiny metal ass by selecting Bender as your fashion guru instead. Dr. House is also available to provide a third, forth, and fifth opinion, as well as a last minute plot twist (parka!).
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This webpage is everything I ever wanted.
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Photo of my wicked back bruise after shredding the nar last night. Or maybe I just slipped on some water in the kitchen. Either way, ohmygodicantmove.
GPOYW: When nerds dress up and get drunk, things like this happen. It was a bizarre night, to say the least.