But the fifth best thing is undoubtedly the Marshmallow Peep®. I mean, seriously, these have got to be the grossest candy ever invented, but I still can't get enough. It's not every candy that has an official fan club, after all.
I like the way they sit so serenely in the Easter basket, nestled against each other in a show of goodwill, joining hands with The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse
to guard their precious nest of jelly beans and Cadbury Creme Eggs. Then, I lovingly pluck one Peep® from his brethren and hold him in my hands. With cruel teeth, I tear his head from his body: As if this violence weren't enough, I proceed to devour the rest of him whole, leaving nothing for his comrades to mourn. From my hands I wipe the yellow granules that formerly formed his outer flesh; they fall like yellow rain, a new golden shower signifying death and mourning rather than life and birth. Buahahahaha.Anyhow, according to this year's Peeps® Celebrity Survey, which is either a survey of or about celebrities, or maybe a survey of Peeps® celebrities, or something, George Bush is the man in America most in need of a Peep®. The Peep® would most likely come to life as either Will Ferrell or Jessica Simpson. Personally, I think the Peep® would come to life as something similar to the Stay Pufft Marshmallow Man and proceed to destroy New York, but nobody asked me.
I don't know what any of that means, and I'll bet the people who wrote and took the survey don't either, but there you go. But look at this: You know a candy is gross when the second favorite way to eat it is not to eat it at all.
Okay, that's not much of a post. But get this: In the near future, if he'll still have me, I'll be teaming up with one of my fellow Catholic sf-crazy bloggers to talk about Christian sf and maybe start an argument or even a fist fight. Then, because Peter really wants it, I will begin that promised series on Bone
. Plus, as always, we've got book and movie reviews coming.
