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[colin thornton]

I've officially popped my picnic cherry, and I have a KAPOW Batman badge to 
prove it.  I've been wearing the "Wonderful Wisconsin" yellow sun visor all 
weekend because Kirsten let me steal it.  Ms. Kenyon, by the way, has 
regrets about losing her anonymity- so I'll just let the cat out of the bag 
before she crawls back into her hiding place:  she is Peurto Rican, and she 
looks like Jennifer Lopez (speaks with a lovely carribean dialect).

It is important, I think, to visit the actual lakes of the picninc title.  
My friends and I climbed up the sand dunes and rolled down the other side 
toward the beach.  The ladies thought it a shame that Thomas Green-Jeans and 
I didn't jump in, but we enjoyed the beach-side view (aside from the giant 
factory stack on the horizon) while they frolicked in the water with their 
clothes on.  I made a sand alien (complete with sea shell eyes) and I 
performed an autopsy on it using various pebbles as organs.  Nobody liked my 
joke of making a sand embryo and performing a beach abortion on it, so I 
won't mention that.

My friends have been trying to organize their thoughts about 
what-it-takes-to-be-a-bellandsebastian-fan and how did we all become twee.  
It wasn't until I got home from the great lakes that I realized my answer.

My mother showed me pictures of her as a child.  I realized that everyone 
had a twee childhood in the 50s.  We are the last generation to be ripped 
from a twee childhood and thrust into a world of video games and action 
figures.  I liked the transition at the time, but now I'm mourning the loss 
of twee things- like the joys of making snow men in my corduroy coat or 
launching persimmons at my neighbor friends in a game of "war".  Of course, 
I always tend to get a bit over-dramatic when dealing with the subject of 
childhood, but it seems like children don't even have a chance now to avoid 
techno-crap-crap.

In dealing with this new-found thought process, I've decided to get a job at 
the Imaginarium (the educational branch of The Toys R Us).  No video games, 
no action figures- just twee toys and equipment.  I'm not quite sure how 
friends and family will react to me working at both a toy store and a 
lipstick kiosk, but anyway...

Secret decoder rings,
Colin (or Road-Trip Tink)

P.s. Amy- Charlie Rose said in his interview "we about had a Jihad with the 
situation" and I danced about because your word was kinda used, but I sulked 
when the other person said "Yeah, a real 'holy war'".  Can I call you 
malaprop Amy from now on?



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