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Attack of the Marshmallow Twitchies
April 19, 2002
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Today's comic is about one of the more insidious and dangerous leftovers of the Easter holiday: the infamous Peep. Oh, sure, they could be pink, they could be white or purple, they could even instead be shaped like bunny rabbits instead of chicks, but that doesn't excuse their sweet, succulent marshmallowy *danger*. Oh yes - DANGER. For as tasty as they are, they hold such power within them, so seldom recognized, that they stand as a consummate THREAT to any unprepared to their potency.
True story: my roommate (who is currently, by no fault of mine but by her own will in Spain) has a mother who is very generous with the Easter candy, and kindly gave me an Easter basket of munchies all for me: which, needless to say, included a box or two of those delightful (but EVIL!) little Peeps. So one afternoon when I didn't have any classes, was sort of typing away at Tyger, a little bored, I decided to help myself to these selfsame Peeps. But one.. just wasn't enough. It didn't fulfill my marshmallowy craving. So I had another. And *another*. I should have stopped then, had I known better, but no, I was a foolish youth - and thus ate the remaining two. I felt fine for about fifteen minutes.
And then the sugar kicked in.
My roommate says when she found me, I was rocking back and forth in my chair, clutching my legs to my chest weakly and staring beyond my computer screen with a glazed, pitiful look in my eyes. I had neither counted on the property of marshmallow to expand in one's stomach (or at least NOT compact) or its sugary power, so I was forced by my digestive tract to remain still while my muscles, tweaked out on the power that only something as terrible and beautiful as Peeps can bestow, jerked and twitched like rainbow trout on high levels of amphetamines. It wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. So please: two Peeps a sitting, unless you've been certified as a trained professional. Thus ends my rant.
In other news, supposedly this Saturday will be Springfest - Macalester's annual festival of music and random stuff - and the weather guy sez it'll also be 40 degrees, and maybe rainy or something. A bad combination for an outdoor event, think I. One of my English professors (and the guy I'll be working with as a preceptor for his first-year class next semester) will be in the dunk tank in the afternoon, and I hope for his sake this isn't the case. Poor guy - I know I wouldn't have the heart to fling him into cold water, especially in such shitty weather. Not with the grades he's been giving me. ...*Kidding*, kidding. Honestly! I'm not THAT evil. Jeeeeez.
Yow. I should get going - the Mac Talent Show (at which Bad Comedy will be making itself known in a variety of ways) is starting shortly, and hell if I want to be late. You people enjoy yourselves in the meantime... there's Cokes in the fridge, and the hot tub is open. W00t.
Dig the sound I spin,
Annie "Blue" VM
"I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams..."
- W.B. Yeats
"A Poet to His Beloved"
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