Whoa ho hey, sorry for the lack of me lately. I've either been busy or in prolonged "why are we here" moods, neither of which makes me particularly fun to hang out with. Massive freelance week -- did a movie review for Box Office Magazine, then wrote up my first "ongoing" ToyFare assignment, the "Free Toys" sidebar in the price guide section, which will now draw heavily from my immense collection of cereal premiums. I knew they'd come in handy. Everything related to cereal eventually does. I also celebrated something or another by buying myself a new laptop. Not a particularly good one, but I wanted something lightweight so I could write on the go. Should've held out for a two-pounder, but carrying around my mighty five-pounder may finally provide me the shoulder definition I've so long hoped for.
It's always fun to write on a new computer. It's like how everyone always does better in school during the first ten pages of a new notebook. You're all into it and stuff. I think it's transcended to the digital generation, because I feel more capable of WORDS WORDS WORDS than I have for at least a month. Or, it could just be the coffee.

The sweet, sweet coffee that I thank my deity for every night before sacrificing a chicken. I'm here for a reason, folks. The Kool-Aid Section has been updated, finally with something that isn't seventy years old: Switchin' Secret, a flavor that starts one way, ends another way, and manages to end again in an another way entirely. See it while you can.
Posted by Matt on 03/29/2006. E-mail me!










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I’ve had a number of "dumb food moments," mostly involving eating contests…
65 wings in a half hour. I literally ate until my stomach was full. The stuff was getting caught in my esophagus and I ended up puking into a trash can. I was up all night throwing up and just feeling bloated and ridiculous. (I was campus champion until a year later when some schmo got 66. At that point, I was a dieting vegetarian, so I cared very little).
Also, I ate an entire box of the Little Debbie oatmeal cream pies (the giant-sized ones) on a bet. Not too hard, but once again there is food-challenge bloating.