...and then I put it in my mouth. It was a good idea at the time

So this little fella came in with my shipment of photo clips from photojojo, and despite many years (read: from the moment I understood the significance of the holiday, Halloween) spent listening to horror stories of hypodermic needles found lodged inside a Twix bar, or poisoned gum drops, or crack-turned-rocket candy (I'm still looking for those), I decided to unwrap this bad boy and pop it in my mouth.

It was disgusting, and oh so good.

I could go into an intensely graphic description of my lollipop consumption (read: fellatio references, duh), but that's way tacky and kind of pointless.

Oh, kind of like this blog so far.

But really, it'd be sweetly ironic if I was actually poisoned after I finish eating this thing. Possible last words:

How many licks did it take?

Or

Curse you...photojojo!

Probably, I'd just die while foaming at the mouth, with a little trail of vomit dribbling down my shirt. It'd be like being reverted into an infant once more! Full circle, I kind of like it.

So this blog is seemingly about nothing, but I just got hit in the metaphorical nuts after I finished reading D. Coupland's Jpod, and decided that it pretty much spoke to my generation. Suddenly, taking the time to Google (I personally Wiki stuff) random junk takes on a whole new meaning. Ooh, the goose bumps.