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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Marshmallow Dilemma, part 2

The situation was dire, very very dire. The marshmallow coated the small town was showing just how nasty marshmallow truly is.

At first the population tried to dig their way out. The marshmallow stretched and rebounded, white rubber bands. Then some young kid suggested using fire to toast their way out. A good idea for a child, but marshmallow continued to burn past the yummy stage, and the town was barely saved from a raging wildfire by local firemen.

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The rain did not solve the problems either.

The top layers of the marshmallow became leathery, which seemed a “hurrah” moment. Unfortunately, only children were able to walk across the top.

What about getting food to each home? Children were dispatched pulling sleds across the tough layers, carrying basics to place on porches. Boxes were appreciated by everyone, even cranky Old Man Hinkle who lived alone.

The military was called in, with their scientists who finally discovered that liquid nitrogen would freeze the marshmallow solid and could be chipped away.

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All residents were ordered to stay inside their houses, and cuddle close to the fireplace, with a crackling fire burning high. The helicopters flew around and over the town repeating this message many times.

All townspeople stepped of onto the solidly frozen marshmallow and began chipping away at it with every sharp tool.

This is a great site for experiments.

The military succeeded in clearing out the main thoroughfare and counting the citizens. All were accounted for, except for Old Man Hinkle.

Small, elvin Timmy climbed up the steeple to see if Hinkle could be seen anywhere. The only evidence of Hinkle was some ski trails across the leathery top. Old Man Hinkle was a wizened scrawny guy; the leathery marshmallow top allowed him to escape the marshmallow-cursed town.

A letter had been left behind on the kitchen table: ”I’m outta here…Gone to ‘Vegas…”

P.S. I neglected to back-link the original story which inspired this follow up story:

Go to: Marshmallow is not just for cocoa This may clear up any confusion about 'what the heck?'

Monday, December 9, 2013

What?! No PEOPLE magazines? National Geographic?

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Today I drove my daughter to the doctor’s office. Felt like old times in many ways.

It was for physical therapy, following rotary cuff surgery. The past two weeks have been horrible, but now she is able to focus her eyes and move without excruciating pain.

We were in the waiting room. That is the gist of this post: The Waiting Room.

I have written about the waiting room experiences before. This is not a theme at all, in case you are worried.

Unlike other medical facilities which have a variety of magazines, this office was specifically for guys. Magazines on football, basketball, NASCAR, baseball-and all other sports were two magazine deep on the coffee tables around the room.

Then I looked at the walls. Framed jerseys, with names, numbers, and autographs were circled around the room. It was claustrophobic.

Going to a third magazine hoard, I found two non-sports magazines. One was filled with advertisements for local plastic surgeons and offers for Brazilian Butt Lifts and/or liposuction.

The second magazine was a children magazine, Highlights.