Thursday, September 27, 2007

Super Candy!

Long time no post. So I think I'll show you my latest candy find.

This Super-Lemon candy has to be the best candy on God's green earth. Just look at the packaging



The disturbing looking doll on the front thinks it's the bees kness, and it takes a lot to make an impression on the palate of those types. They probably could have altered it for American markets cheaply by calling it 'OMG Candy'.

Since I have not opened it yet, I can't really tell you if it's actually 'Oh So Wonderful Candy', but if the instructions on the back are any indicator, it's sure to excite the ladies.



Now, that same day I picked up a few packs of Pop Rocks, so this stuff has quite a bit to live up to. If it doesn't blow a hole open through my cheek or make me reconsider my life goals, I may have to claim false-advertising-shenanigans.


Update:

The taste. It's sour, then sweet. But not like those incorrigible sour-patch kids. Two of my friends spit it out before toughing out the sour to the sweet. As advertised, it makes your mouth go like this:

But with more crying. That was not on the package. They never put the crying on the package.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Back in time

I was talking to my father lately about the motorcycles we owned when I was younger. I had been on a search on-line for bikes that resembled what I remember, but with advancements in just about every aspect of motorcycle design, and the nature of human memory, it's been a little tough. My dad found the manual for a bike we used to take out into the central Florida boondocks, and sent me some scans. This is what I grew up knowing as a motorcycle, but anything modern built for the same purpose is quite a different beast.




Here is a modern-day Honda dirt-bike 125


Quite different, I would say.

Also, I just confirmed with my father that this is about the same model as one of the bikes we had (found at bikez.com):

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Hot Buttered Mutants

What happens when you accidentally pop a biscuit-can at the grocery store, and have to bring it home and bake it right away?



Bunzilla!

a.k.a. Biscuitblob 2000
a.k.a Mount McFlakey