Frankie Frankie (Don't ask)

Where to begin? Where will it all end? Will it ever even end? And, importantly, who really cares? For the answers to these and other superfluities Dear Reader, read on. Let's catch up, shall we? An arbitrary temporal rest stop. In some kind of existential fiery crash. Probably not. Nobody. Or at least I hope nobody. Yes, let's. I meta-stumbled upon a PEZ web site that had checklists. Oooh how I love checklists! I love 'em. I love 'em. I love 'em. I printed those that had been completed. Many were still under construction. I had no idea there were so many variants of PEZ dispensers. For example, Mater, the tow truck from Disney's Cars. One version has the entire engine compartment painted brown. The second, only the air filter is painted. I looked at my Mater. Version One. It figures that later that same day I would find myself at a candy store. It really was by chance. I always look through the PEZ when I see them. You never know. You really never know. There she was. Version Two. Did I want to cross this line? Well, did I? I'd have to refine and/or enhance my cataloging system to accommodate alternate versions of dispensers. What do you think? Forgive me for not having the wherewithal to line the pictures up just right. You get the idea though. The first step in recovery is asking for help. Oh, what have I done?