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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

 

A Real Big Cookie

You remember last time our heroes were precariously perched on a ledge 400 feet above a busy street in Manhattan when a giant...

Wait. Wrong drama.

You remember I did an impromptu "review" of a couple of blogs here the other day, don't you? Oh sure you do, cut it out.

Well it so happens that you came into that story right in the middle of another exciting adventure. The author of one of those blogs, who goes by "Helen" (hahahahaha) had been struggling mightily against the forces of darkness to deliver a cookie to me from hundreds and hundreds of miles away, testing both the electronic and servo-matic capabilities of the modern postal service and its intrepid employees in the process.

One envelope returned to Helen's hands, brutalized, sans cookie. But that did not dissuade her. YET ANOTHER cookie was fired into the ether and - this time - their was rendezvous.

In other words, hey Helen. I got the cookie. It's YUGE. See? I put it on my in-progress notebook. Big. Very big.

Thanks!


I'm going to have it tonight with a great big glass of milk before I turn in.

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What's so funny about my name then, huh?
 
Don't worry - I won't blow your alias!
 
It's true. I'm Batman.
 
How do I become friends with Helen so that I too can get delicious treats?

;)
 
Our friendship began when I disagreed with an IT2M review that said she was "mediocre." I said she was practically genius. She sent me a cookie. Something like that I think.
 
Why doesn't anyone send me cookies?
 
Is that, like, a "special" cookie? I used to make "special" brownies...
 
Chocolate chip -- my favorite!
 
At first, I thought, "Hey, nice granite countertop."

Then I realized it was a notebook.

Hey, it's early.
 
avi - Well maybe you'll get some now?

annie - Nah. Been a while since that stuff.

geeky - It's pretty good. It's also gone.

AB - the cookie is sitting on the handwritten version of the next great American cult novel.
 
Cookies like that don't fall under "in progress," they belong in "shut the hell up, I'm busy with something worthwhile"!
 
No fair.

No one ever sends me cookies.

And I even defend people on ITTM.

God damn it ...
 
Kapgar - Actually took me two tries to finish - and I had to share some to do it.

Poppy - In truth, Helen just said on her blog "anybody who wants a cookie, send me your address." Either it was a brilliant marketing ploy to gather info or she is a hypercook.
 
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