I'm usually a diet soda fiend but something about the holidays really makes me crave original Coke. That polar bear gets me every time, leading me to spend $1 on a 13.5 ounce round bottle of Coke. It comes in 3 different designs, but I could hardly merit buying 1 let alone 3. The original intent was to design them like Christmas balls but really they feel more like magic potion containers. Having to grip them from the bottom in a wide grip makes it feel even more like drinking it will add +20 charisma.
I'm hoping to get more done for Christmas than I did for Halloween and I suppose technically I already did since I didn't post jack around Halloween. If i can figure out a way to get screen caps from my PAL DVD of The Glo Friends Save Christmas, I'll be golden. Right now, though, I'm concentrating on getting Frankenfoot down to normal size. After pills, xrays, and venous ultrasounds, the doc finally concluded that I have venous insufficiency and that blood is circulating into my foot, but not properly circulating back out. I was given the option of popping more diuretics but declined and opted instead to wear special socks from now until forever and try to exercise my legs more to build up the circulation. Also, I now shuffle around the office in big fuzzy black slippers. That ain't not bad.
]]>Pokemon and the occulttag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-11-09:27ef7c57-f0e7-43cf-a710-819f23817f7fMystie2008-11-15T10:56:08Z2008-11-09T20:59:00Z Last weekend my boyfriend informed me that Toys R Us was having some sort of special where they're giving away a rare Pokemon for the Diamond and Pearl version. I thought it was total bullshit, some sort of, "be on the third green at 10pm" scheme designed to make dorks look even dorkier waddling around TRU trying to catch Pokemon. I certainly wasn't one to turn down a trip to Toys R Us, so we piled into my car and I was informed he had my pink DS Lite already locked and loaded with my copy of Pokemon Diamond.
It was an exceptionally nice day out so my typical ghost town TRU was buzzing with families getting the early Christmas shakes. Even my head was swimming with thoughts of eating homemade cookies in the kitchen after an early-morning present exchange and watching 24 hours of A Christmas Story with the family. Yooouuuu'll shoot your eeyyyeee oouuutttt.....
But I digress, this trip was not meant to pick out new Care Bears themed holiday decorations, it was to look like an ass standing in Toys R Us playing Pokemon. We tried to play it cool and just pick up the signal outside, which unfortunately didn't work so we moved into a dark corner of the electronics section. I set up to receive a gift, and nearly plotzed when I was bestowed with a level 50 dragonite. I've seen a lot of odd promotions in my day, some of which were stumbled across in a bizarre fashion and never even made it to the blog. There was no way I could leave out picking up a random Pokemon in the aisles of Toys R Us -- that's the kind of thing that would have blown a kid's mind back in the 80s, only feasible in commercials with hokey special effects.
In my wandering I was elated to find that the pink editions of board games had expanded to include Scrabble, Uno, Life, and for some strange reason the Ouija board. Now as far as New Age stuff goes I'm quite open-minded, I'll assure you of that. According to my pendulum I'm going to get knocked up in the next two years, but it seems it'll only happen once. Ouija boards, however, just don't sit right with me and I'm just not one to consider them a fun game. It just rubs me a little oddly to think of small girls opening up a portal and essentially going, "OKAY WHATEVER IS OUT THERE, COME ON IN!!" The spirits might not want to tell you whether a boy likes you or not, they might just want to fuck with you. I'm curious to see how many of these will be left post-Christmas, and if they'll be worth anything on eBay 20 years from now. ]]>Breakfast for dinnertag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-11-05:13a0b86c-dfb2-49a0-8a23-eb28d67983b0Mystie2008-11-05T21:50:10Z2008-11-05T21:22:29Z
Breakfast
for dinner seems like a pretty American thing. The sole reason for
diners existing is so that truckers and drunk college students can load
themselves on coffee, pancakes, and greasy bacon at any time of the
day. But, since I'm trying to avoid the whole heart-attack-on-a-plate
thing I had to pass the diner and make breakfast dinner myself. Looking
at it you can't even tell that I managed to health-ify the meal aside
of course from the obvious pear. Turkey bacon, pancakes with raspberry
preserves, scrambles egg whites with some 2% cheese, Weight Watchers
bread with fat free butter, and a pear.
Honestly, I think I
liked this better than diner food because I didn't feel bloated
afterwords. I could still eat my weight in muffins and hash browns.]]>Happy Halloween!tag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-10-31:7ec2b1b9-8cfb-4fe4-95c6-8709bc4bb0b3Mystie2008-10-31T18:59:47Z2008-10-31T17:48:00Z
It's finally Halloween and even though I've been absent from the internet, I've been trying not to be absent from the Halloween festivities. I bought a sexy pirate costume online at the last minute and rocked it through a day's worth of activities at work. There were a lot of compliments and dropped jaws cuz, fuck -- I made a hell of a pirate!!
I did carve a pumpkin tonight, too. I used the Great Pumpkin carving kit which, truth be told, was not so great. But I carve "special" pumpkins anyway, so it can only blame my carving tool for so much. My plans for the evening mainly include taking the boyfriend to a really awesome pizza/sandwich restaurant/bar out in the woods then come home and watch Rocky Horror.
I've made many attempts at finding pick-you-own pumpkins patches but roadside stands have lead me to nothing more than piles of pumpkins sitting by some shitty mums and Indian corn. I finally gave up and picked up some medium size pumpkins for $1 each at the Mennonite farm down the road. I've got a fair amount of Halloween activities in line but only one has been scratched off the list. Last weekend I headed down to Lancaster for the Pennsylvania Ren Faire's Halloween Daze and Spooky Knights.
The PA Ren Faire isn't set up like most of the other renaissance faires you find setting up for short stints around the nation. It's open every weekend from August through October and it's more or less a small medieval theme park. It's better on cooler days than warmer ones because one of the best things to do at the ren faire is get trashed and stumble around with a giant turkey leg in your fist. After just a few rounds of wine tasting the men in our party disappeared for a beer run, coming back with a drink in each hand. The boyfriend insisted on being captured mid-drink.
It was formidable hoodie weather outside and I was warming up the best way possible -- alcohol and soup in a giant bread bowl. You need to keep warm while you're thoroughly examining stores filled with crystals, herbs, and sharp shiny things. Since it was the end of the season it was slim-pickings on corsets, and I didn't really need anymore pagan jewelry, so I surpisingly managed to leave without buying anything. Not even a medieval dildo.
But it was very festive in an odd sort of way. It was Halloweeny without there being guys in hockey masks and fake knives jumping out and making your piss your pants and scream like a girl. I much prefer Halloween ren faire to sweating-you-balls-off summer ren faire.
As for Halloween plans... dressing up like a pirate for work, and undecided if I'm going out that night. Nov 1 is an extra-long Dracula's Ball where I'll be wearing my sexy new gown to meet Gerard McMann and maybe have him sign my copy of Lost Boys before doing his special midnight performance of Cry Little Sister. ]]>Eating Batmantag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-10-04:3e396a4c-d9a0-472d-873b-49052d5f53e0Mystie2008-10-12T11:04:30Z2008-10-04T09:53:00Z
It's time to rock out with your choc out, because Batman has been hitting up candy aisles like a mofo lately. I never thought I could love anything more than the Reese's pumpkins until they came out with fucking Bat-Signals. It makes me wonder if Bruce Wayne has special shipments of Bat-Signal shaped food delivered to his mansion. In fact, next time I go out for steak and the waitress asks me how I want it done I'm going to tell her well done and in the shape of the Bat-Signal.
Not to be outdone, the KitKat has taken a fantastic Batman designed bar over it's chocolate covered wafers. While candy is dandy, I still want to see the Batmobile racing through the drive-thru to quero some Taco Bell. The more hokey and chopped up a promo is, the stronger hold it has on my heart. I still can't get enough of the 1989 Batman Diet Coke commercial!
]]>The Cereal Lifetag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-09-28:83abbb50-45d4-47ef-8e3b-bcbfb830808fMystie2008-09-28T11:26:46Z2008-09-28T12:04:00Zam interested in a new cereal Kellogg's is offering.
I'm all about cereal laden with crap that's not usually good for you like cookies, chocolate, sprinkles, and marshmallows. I've been scratching my head for weeks now trying to figure out why Wal-Mart had no monster cereal during the Halloween season even though I SWEAR I saw it over the summer. Bitch wants her Boo-Berry.
No size comparison is given on the box, and in my mind I was forging an idea of a Cookie Crisp and Oreo O's mix. Unfortunately the "Fudge Shoppe" pieces are more like Cheerios with some chocolate stripes and the "Chips Deluxe" don't pack nearly the punch of Cookie Crisp. They're not terribly unworthy, but I think I'd have to mix in some Teddy Grahams to really be impressed. The elves are really slipping on this one. Maybe they should have gone for Magic Middles cereal instead.
I just wanted to give a special thanks to everyone that donated for The Walk for the Animals. It was a great event and the First Energy Stadium (home of the Reading Phillies!) was packed despite some slight drizzle. There were tons of very well behaved dogs from little Chihuahuas to giant Great Danes. Thanks to all your donations, my team managed to raise well over $1,000 for the Humane Society. Love you guys!! ]]>Fall tidingstag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-09-08:20f56051-f0b9-4ac5-bd15-de382547b304Mystie2008-09-08T21:56:41Z2008-09-08T21:33:00Z
I had a taste of autumn air the other day and I liked it. I had a blast this summer, but I'm getting ready for some Fall action. I've got a hankering for changing leaves, long-sleeve shirts, and dinners of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Thus far there's still summer weather and the only sign of Fall I'm getting is the illnesses that go along with the season. What started as a sore throat during the weekend was diagnosed as tonsillitis which I've been using as the perfect excuse to snarf down ice cream.
On my way to the pharmacy to drop off a prescription for antibiotics I passed by a sign at Rita's claiming they now have Pumpkin Pie flavored ice. It piqued my interest enough to stop and consider ordering one. When I found out they had "Pumpkin Pie ala Mode" Blendinis I was completely sold. The ice was mixed with vanilla gelato and pieces of spicy, cinnamon graham bits. I know it sounds like it could be a miss, but it was a total hit. It tasted just like pumpkin pie batter with pieces of crust. It's perfect for this end-of-Summer-beginning-of-Fall limbo that we're in. ]]>OOoo Ch-Ch-Changes!tag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-09-02:20bac390-f63a-48d1-8273-f3d0797ab716Mystie2008-09-03T21:45:13Z2008-09-02T21:52:00Z I have to pass to get the $1,500 reimbursed for the classes. The worst part is due to a miscommunication with my credit union, I only received a $1,000 loan. To make up the difference I had to cash a savings bond my pop-pop bought for me a few years prior to his passing away from complications related to his Alheizmer's. I can't say that I did it dry-eyed.
The good news is I do have the stockpile of material for when I do find the time for some blogging. I've got everything from toys, new cereal, to recent trips I've taken. Trust me, I haven't forgotten about the site. Even Myke has been after me to watch Are You Afraid of the Dark with him so I can finish my SNICK article. You can rest easy knowing this man plans to propose before next summer hits. I'll be setting up my Care Bears next to his collection of skulls before you know it. ]]>Welcome to Camp Crystal Cavetag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-08-30:ee7c16ec-5f18-4d73-8a82-cea96a9d8644Mystie2008-09-25T22:18:29Z2008-08-30T10:18:00Z
There's a tourist trap a few miles down from my town called Crystal Cave and in the past 2 decades of living here, I'd somehow escaped visiting it until a few weekends ago. I've expressed before that the area of Pennsylvania I live in is filled with wide open farmland, rolling mountains, blue skies, Barthy Burgers, and girls, but it's still close to a lot of hot "night life" type spots, shopping, and a beach built by the US Army. People who are more interested in checking out the horse and buggies than they are in buying $5 Wrangler jeans tend to sway toward the side of visiting Crystal Cave.
I was expecting the entire place to be somewhat of a hole in the ground, but when I pulled up on a vast and well-filled parking lot my mindset changed. Many families were taking the windy roads through Kutztown to presumably get in one last trip before school starting. I just wanted to go someplace new, cheap, and where I could take lots of photos to fill my summer scrapbook. I think over the past two months I've spent $25 just on scrapbooking material from Dollar Tree alone, so you can imagine the devastation I've done at actual craft stores.
We nabbed some tickets for cave entry which included a "guided tour" and then proceeded to the ice cream parlor because it was hot, and ice cream is the world's greatest edible cooling agent. I can't say much about the ice cream parlor because they didn't even carry soft serve, and using your credit card was a 5 minute process that included making a phone call. Luckily we paid with cash, but the lady ahead of us with 4 kids was not so lucky. We started the trek to the entrance after that, which was pretty bad. You never really notice how badly out of shape you are until you're walking at a high incline in 90° weather with 7 year olds running past you.
Before getting into the cave we were subjected to a video which was more or less a powerpoint presentation a 15 year old made based off of an old movie reel. I appreciated the lack of zooming text with racecar sounds. After that it was into the actual cave which was cool (temperature wise) though some people were going a little overboard by practically donning Eskimo parkas. Confession time, I took mineralogy in high school and I think rocks and minerals are pretty neat, though I have horrible study habits so I probably couldn't tell pumice from basalt without trying to float them in water first.
The cave had a "no touch" rule which was quickly violated by every child in the lot leaving me to believe it's not a well enforced rule. Of course I flocked to the first phallic looking stone I found for a photo op. The tour was fairly thorough and even included a "lights out" portion that left everyone in pure darkness, scaring the shit out of the kids, but allowing optimum canoodling time for the adults. One structure was claimed to look like the Millennium Falcon but they totally missed that a few feet over there was a perfect Jabba the Hut.
After the tour we scoured the gift shop mooning over giant crystal balls, wind chimes, mood rings, and Native American paraphernalia. I can't see the average tourist oogling over scrying stones and crystal pendulums, but I bought my pendulum at an anime convention, so I have no room to talk. Myke and I decided to throw caution to the wind and buy a bag of dirt with surprise mystery gems inside.
Outside there's a long slough with many panning boxes tied on with chains similar to the ones that connect pens in banks. We were provided with a bag of dirt and an index card to identify any gems we find. After two sessions of sloshing around in the water we had a few decent sized chunks and a ton of tiny little pieces the size of mouse turds. It was a perfectly acceptable excuse to splash around in mud and play with rocks. We picked up as much as we could and placed our finds neatly into a ziplock baggy. So far, we have done nothing with them aside from some flecks I pasted in my scrapbook.
I can't believe I mentioned scrapbooking twice in the same blog. I promised Batman endorsed food reviews weeks ago, didn't I? Fuck. ]]>Construct-a-contag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-08-26:85ac32f8-fa9f-4c6d-aacc-e7565d8910e8Mystie2008-08-28T21:53:17Z2008-08-26T20:29:00Z
I stopped by Big Lots yesterday with two main goals. Goal one was to buy a blender, which was an entire disaster. I bought a bag of frozen boysenberries at the health food store over the weekend with grand ideals of magical frozen blended treats. Unfortunately I underestimated how much blenders hate me and how full of bazillions of seeds boysenberries are. My second goal was to buy scrapbooking materials because I can never have enough coordinating cut-out martini glass stickers to match all the photos of me getting drunk with my friends. Of course, I can never leave the store without swinging through the toys department.
I stood at one side of the back wall debating with myself if $15 was a good price for a Creepy Crawlers oven and wondering if I could get refill packs of just pink and purple goop. On the other side of the wall was a familiar friend, the bootleg robot line "Quick Change." Unlike previous robots I've encountered from this line, this one was a complete and blatant Transformers rip off, even using the real Transformers logo on the packaging.
When I opened up the two the first two things that hit me were the lack of instructions and how easily the top and bottom parts fell apart. The durability of the plastic is the equivalent of something you'd get of a quarter machine in front of a grocery store. It looks pretty identical in the "Devastator" form, but sadly I don't think I'll ever see it again because I have no idea how to get it back now that I've ripped it apart. There's also odd miscellaneous pieces I'm not sure what to do with and wheels that don't actually move. They tease you by making a couple moving wheels, but most of them are solid plastic. I wouldn't try testing the pieces too much, though, because it's hard to tell which pieces are supposed to move, and which ones you're about to break. There's also a secret robot hiding under one of the trucks that confuses the fuck out of me.
Scrappy, but a great bootleg for $5.
Related articles : Transformers Constructicons | Case of the Fake People ]]>Clone Wars Happy Mealtag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-08-18:5f1fe608-e525-43d8-9cce-89a565d92126Mystie2008-08-24T11:19:44Z2008-08-18T20:27:00Z
The more I delve myself into the adult world, the more I seem to be straying from my duties as queen of Magic Middles. It's certainly not because I've grown any less attached to discontinued Keebler products, it's just that they're not paying my bills. Because man, if cookies could pay bills, I've got to have about 5 years worth of free livin' stored up in my belly. Still, blog topics are all around me, slapping me in the face and trying to beat some sense into me. Just last weekend I was swinging by McDonald's for some soft serve and next thing I knew my man was buying me a Happy Meal.
The Clone Wars Happy Meal has got to be one of the best Happy Meals I've seen in at least a decade. I don't say that because of the toys, because honestly they're not very playable or versatile. I can't see GI Joe wanting to battle against a ship with a giant C-3P0 head on it. Bobble heads tend to be a colossal "we don't give a shit" toy, though I imagine they'll make interesting dashboard figures. I do have to give brownie points for including Wicket the Ewok among the 18 toys.
Crappy toy choice aside, everything else is phenomenal. Not only are there 8 different boxes, but coordinating apple dippers and milk jugs as well. I never thought I'd be so jazzed about apple dippers until I saw a SD Yoda on the package. Spongebob can't get me to eat his crappy Craisins but Yoda can get me on top of some apple slices like Amy Winehouse on a pile of coke.
The box itself goes above the relatively "meh" boxes I've gotten in TMNTand PoTC Happy Meals I've previously reviewed. It's filled with puzzles, riddles, badass photos, online codes, and oh yes, even pieces that punch out. Secret codes on the packaging unlock 6 virtual Jedi quests on happymeal.com where you can chose your character to look anything from a panda to a pumpkin headbut sadly not a Jedi. ]]>Sponsor me and save animals!tag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-08-14:6591fdc1-48cc-49ba-88b5-a2f23ef14da4Mystie2008-08-14T22:40:19Z2008-08-14T21:52:00Z
Mystie, that's who!!
I've set an obscenely high goal for myself and I'm counting on ALL of my fans to help me out! I'm in friendly competition with my boss, who has way more access to begging money off the doctors than I do. I could really use your support, even if it's a couple dollars! $5 can buy a lot of cat food, you know! I might even bargain with you if you wanna haggle some sort of donation/blog topic deal.
Now as a red-blooded American it's my civic duty to try out new food products. It's a privilege I take to heart, and I honestly do appreciate that I can chose to eat potatoes in whatever form it may take. To not do so would be promoting communism, and I'll do what I can to cockpunch the reds. When tater tots take a note from Alphabet Soup, I'll be there to fry up some patriotism.
Ore-Ida ABC Tater Tots are not only delicious but functional as well. Sure you can have your kids play with the alphabet magnets cleverly stuck on your fridge, but if they eat them it's going to be one long trip to the emergency room and you still won't have dinner on the table. Alphabet tater tots solve two problems at once -- food and education. Entertainment is just an added bonus because tater tot letters aren't going to censor you from the word "fuck" unlike the assholes that make Speak-n-Spell.
So today I flipped cervical cancer the bird by getting my first injection of Gardasil. It's the first shot I can remember getting ever and I was trying not to be freaked out. I kept picturing needles the size of turkey basters and the evil clown doctor scene from Pee Wee's Big Adventure. Honestly, it was barely a pinch and the only problem was that my arm has been weak and tender since. I can barely carry, say, a small box filled with Mini Teddy Grahams.
One of my guilty pleasures is boxes of Barnum's Animal Crackers. Even in my mid-20s I still get a kick from swinging them around by the string through the grocery store. In a spin-off of the idea, Nabisco has released "Carry Me" packs in Mini Teddy Grahams, Macaroni and Cheese Crackers, and Cheese Ritz Bits Sandwiches. They're not as swing-able as the original, and all the shapes are the same so you don't have the fun of deciding if you're biting the head off a rhino or a gorilla.
My mac & cheese crackers were sadly broken to nothing but dust. They were frail to begin with so perhaps they weren't the best candiate for being shoved in a box that's prone to being carried and crushed. I had my doubts when I opened the Teddy Grahams, but they remained not only whole but very tiny. I knew the box advertised "mini" bears, and in my mind Teddy Grahams are mini to begin with, so these seemed uber mini. As you can see, they're practically penny sized! This has to be the second best use of Teddy Grahams I've seen. The first involves a vanilla version of the "dirt" dessert making it appear that the bears are on the beach under a paper umbrella. ]]>Decade+ fandomstag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-08-11:47445928-d14c-43bd-a2c6-c296f8198594Mystie2008-08-11T22:16:53Z2008-08-11T21:51:00Z A little bit. Actually, I wrote a blog some days ago and it got eaten by the evil "oops reboot" monsters before saving so since then I've not been writing blogs out of spite. Also, I've just been busy. New beds don't buy themselves, and they also don't make ROOM for themselves among the piles of crap in my room. I can't even begin to tell you how many binders, folders, and trapper keepers I found full of old doodles from high school while I was completely reorganizing everything I own. I could have wallpapered my room with them if I had any desire for wallpaper with pictures of Nurse Angel Ririka and adult photos of Disney characters.
Above is a perfect example of the things I've been crossing. Mind you, I haven't even looked at the piles of art from elementary school that will soon be joining the large bin of "Mystie -- the early years" in the garage. On the right we have Splatter Phoenix, a two-shot character from Darkwing Duck that was given a different voice actor for each episode. On the left is Sadira, the annoying prat from the Aladdin TV series. In the middle, well, that's me as an anthropomorphic duck. God I had the worst internet fandoms back then.
Other than reshuffling my belongings so I can prepare to live in sin full-time instead of just on the weekends, I've been occupied being awesome in general. I got a surprise raise, I'm receiving frequent candle wax massages, had a big family gathering, got some Reiki, went to Otakon on Saturday, found out I make a mean fat-free trifle, and I have a huge expensive bed that's so high up I'm sleeping easy knowing midgets won't get me while I'm sleeping easy.
I swear, I'll blog about Teddy Grahams soon. Extension?]]>Ecto-Wine-Coolertag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-07-31:55bbdc4f-a76d-4324-a8ca-b10a5cda35bfMystie2008-07-31T20:31:50Z2008-07-31T19:39:00Z
It's been a long time since we've seen Hi-C try to bring back Ecto Cooler much like they did with Shoutin' Orange Tangergreen. I've stared at the juice aisle with a heavy heart far too many times now. One more time, and I was just going to break down and cry. That's when I remembered Ecto Cooler is nothing more than mandarin orange juice with some green food coloring. Surely I could find some mandarin orange juice and add a little green dye into the mix. Heck, I could even put my own spin on it.
That's when I decided to make Ecto Wine Cooler. Now, I know absolutely nothing about mixing drinks. I've been known to just make some crazy shit up involving ice tea and whatever liquor I have just to feel a little more "adult" about my beverage. But I believe I get the general idea of mixed drinks -- take some alcohol and drown it out with juices. Going with the theme of Ecto Cooler I opted to mix it up with some Absolute Mandarin vodka. Now, the portions really depend on how much of an alchie you are. I will say that I did go a little overboard on the green dye and got a color that was a little too deep to be true to the original. The end result is the most nostalgic mixer you'll ever have that coincindentally is fantastic enough to center your punchbowl at parties.
And now.... I'm too drunk to write anymore.
Coming up! Mini Teddy Grahams! Batman edibles! More alcohol! M&Ms! ]]>City Critterstag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-07-17:4a4fda93-1278-4d39-a973-62565b3dd4c4Mystie2008-07-17T22:02:02Z2008-07-17T21:54:00Z Hi I'm Mystie! My life is totally perfect. I have a job I love, amazing friends, a fantastic boyfriend that worships me like a goddess (and comments on my blog!), and I just bought a shiny shiny new car with a sunroof.
Alright, let's talk about cute toys.
Jim Henson's City Critters have been out for a while now, but I just discovered them last weekend when I visited my local comic book shop. The characters are based off various doodles and drawings from Jim Henson. There's 8 un-named characters in all and they're all multi-colored and look like they'd fit right in with the monsters on Sesame Street and are perhaps even reminiscent of Where the Wild Things Are. I'm not usually one to hop on the random PVC figure bandwagon, especially when they're $8 and blind boxed, but I love all things Henson.
The first one to catch my eye was the one I did, in fact, receive. He looks like a demented version of Woodstock from Peanuts. I think I'll call him Hoodstock. I love these figures so much, I want them to make their own cereal so I can eat them for breakfast.]]>The Goldfish Swimtag:blog.crowncombo.com,2008-07-12:a3e46c0c-5999-4e6c-b4dd-ac64ea6b1a7eMystie2008-07-13T00:05:48Z2008-07-12T23:56:00Z
When you think of getting free summer goldfish the obvious thing to come to mind is the carnival. Typically you can win a fish by chucking a ping pong ball into a small glass bowl, much to the dismay of many parents who aren't equipped with fish habitats. As kids, we don't think that far. As far as we're concerned, Mr. Fishy can live in a small vase on our nightstand and we can teach him to rollover and do flips out of the water.
I grew up in a small town, and small towns can sometimes get away with some crazy tricks. One of those tricks was the Goldfish Swim. One night every summer during the special nights where the community pool was open late, dozens of neighborhood children would stand anxiously at the edge of the pool awaiting our cue. It was a moment we pissed ourselves over all summer -- the moment they dumped bags full of goldish into the pool. Swimming in a pool of freerange goldfish is absolute summer magic. We all swam to and fro as fast as possible to be assured all goldfish were caught, taken ashore, and placed into a plastic bag of fresh water. This sounds only a fraction of how much fun it was. On one particular summer my eldest brother got sick during the Goldfish Swim and of course rumors circulated that he, in fact, swallowed a goldfish.
I'm sure this practice has been canned before PETA heard tale and grabbed the town by the balls. I'm just glad I got to live the stuff summer childhood dreams are made of.]]>
