Note: Mallomar = cookie with marshmallow and chocolate. Seaonal. AWESOME. Black and white cookie = cakelike, no marshmallow. Moon pie like.

Moon pies have marshmallow. And usually chocolate. I think more like Mallomars than b&w cookie. But, I think Mallomars have more marshmallow than Moon Pies. And less cookie.

Moon Pie:

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But, I think Mallomars have more marshmallow than Moon Pies. And less cookie.

you are correct.

I got confused between Half Moon and Moon Pie. So sorry.

Mallomars exist other places, but most of them get shipped to NYC, apparently. Per this guy: [link]

Also, I just discovered that my class schedule for next semester might be totally fucked, because I just learned that the woman who is my workplace NEMESIS teaches a class I have to take. BAH.

At least I have a mani/pedi appointment soon -- I decided it was worth it as an end-of-semester treat. Too bad I've been biting again.

Moon Pies also come in different flavors (well outside coating flavors) including Banana, Strawberry, Orange and others that slip my mind. A convience store near work carries all of them. You can also get double decker Moon Pies and now mini Moon Pies.

Kid Rock was on Dr. Phil today. I went over to Mom's and there's Kid Rock doing an acoustic version of Cowboy (he was playing a banjo). Evidentally Dr. Phil loves Kid Rock. He looked totally blown away and when Kid Rock said that he'd done this show because they'd promised him 40 free hours of counseling, without missing a beat Dr. Phil told him "I've followed your career since Detroit -- you're going to need way more than that."

Mom liked the song, which was also kind of weird, but I told her she probably wouldn't like his regular stuff.

What about Joe Louis's and Mae Wests? Where do they fit in to the filled/marshmallowed/chocolated pastry scheme?

I just got back from USC graduation. I think, in my search for the Intramural Field, that I wandered the entire campus. Didn't see Ali, though, even though I kept an eye out.

Then lunch at the Grove.

Does everyone think their family is crazy? Either fungood crazy, or batshit crazy? If they do, where are the sane people (other than me, naturally).

GREAT DAY OFF.

Here's my password secret: take a phrase or long word I like. Choose a punctuation mark. Toss it into the word somewhere. If, like work, I need to change regularly, also toss in a 0 somewhere, and increment it when demanded. Sometimes I move the digit around, but usually just back and forth from two or three positions.

Are those work passwords they're asking for? Not only would I happily lie to get coffee, I'd also consider that I have ten or so passwords at any given time (not counting voicemail (3)). What are they getting into, again?

I keep track with a PGP encrypted app on my PDA, but only for the rarely used ones.

my family is not crazy. there are crazy people one or two degrees away though and by marriage.

fun is getting together and making fun of the crazy.

My family is crazy.

My mom just sent my catholic school uniform from high school, including blazer which she had cleaned.

I used to be a thin little thing because the jacket is super tight and the skirt is not even remotely zippable.

Yet I have an urge to figure out how to panel it so I could wear it again. though it's way higher than I remember.

Why would she send that?