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My mom came in to tell me a story the other day and she picked up a nearby Ty Beanie Baby walrus named Tusk that had I guess been acquired through a McDonald's Happy Meal many many months ago. "You know, today I had Lindsey look this up..." I thought she was just picking it up to fidget with something while she was talking to me. "And she found out it's worth ten dollars." So instead of getting rid of it via a box of items for charity/Goodwill, she's subconsciously leaving it on this desk until we can set up some way to sell it for the obscene amount of ten lovely American dollars. Any takers?

Lindsey, Kevin, and I went to Macaroni Grill and The Stepford Wives last weekend. Because the restaurant was packed, we got our food togo and ate it in the movie theater parking lot with some beverages we bought at the nearby RaceTrac gas station. I noticed he was drinking some grape-flavored Propel water and instinctively winced. "Grape-flavored stuff is so nasty." "It's not bad." "Well it never tastes like grapes." We both reflected for a moment. "You know, grape isn't really a flavor you can duplicate, anyway." "If it was then grape-flavored things would taste like grapes, right?" For some reason this whole concept shakes me to the core. The closest phenomena to this one is the lime-flavored candy concept, which has also always bothered me. You'd think they'd be able to improve these things by now. What about all this "technology is so advanced these days!" crizznap that people go on and on about? I'll believe it when that sucker tastes like lime, even though I'll never put it in my mouth to find out anyway. N-A-S-T-Y.