Normally, I wouldn’t care all that much if an icon of Americana like the Twinkie went the way of the Dodo. I mean yeah I’d be like “Wow that sucks,” or “Damn I never thought that would happen,” but still it wouldn’t bother me as much as this is. Granted, the reason it’s bothering me so much is a completely selfish reason, which is usually why things bother me. Why else would petty stuff bother me if it didn’t effect me personally?
I’m attending a Sci-Fi convention called Arisia 2013 in January and I’m hosting a party one of the three nights to pimp my books. One of the main snacks at said After the Storm the party was going to be Twinkies since one of the characters, George, hoards them after the world ends. See you’d know all this if you’d read the first two books… that are on sale now on Amazon for only $2.99 apiece! 🙂
Granted there were going to be other things like instant coffee, Tang and some other food like materials, SPAM, but the Twinkies were going to be a mainstay. I spent half of my day today going to hostess outlet stores, grocery stores, or calling outlet stores to see if anyone withing a 50 mile radius of me had any of these wonderful golden snack cakes. Not a one was found during my hunt.
Now I have a conundrum to find a solution for before the convention in January. At some point I’ll figure something out or just nix them all together. I’ve heard you can buy them on ebay for about 50 bucks a box but I’m pretty sure I don’t care that much about them. Maybe I’ll just have to make the vodka spiked punch that much stronger and hop epeople don’t notice… Always an idea I suppose.
Ah well I’m off to try and get some work done. Enjoy your night and a Happy Thanksgiving to all!