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Spring
Loaded: A Message from the Editor top
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Autumn
is officially upon us, and it's a great time of year to
be a Pezhead. Particularly, the Halloween holiday brings
together several essential elements of the Pez philosophy:
candy, youth, fantasy, fun, and sharing. I have already
filled my candy bowl with assorted flavors of Pez candy
for all the trick-or-treaters out there, and as this month's
feature article mentions, I might be doing some trick-or-treating
myself as a Pez dispenser.
I therefore
dedicate this issue of Pezhead Monthly to Halloween.
After all, the ghosts, witches, and pumpkins that are so
often associated with this holiday are also Pez dispensers,
and what kind of a Pezhead would I be to ignore that?
I also
think it's important to mention that it has been very hard
to concentrate on the relatively light tone of the newsletter
with so much shock, sorrow, worry, and anger in the air
due to the September 11 tragedies. Nonetheless, as a popular
song (almost) put it, The Pez Must Go On.
I hope
that you are doing well and keeping a positive and youthful
outlook on life. Have a happy Halloween and I'll see you
in November.
Joe
Durrant
Editor, Pezhead Monthly
joe@pezheadmonthly.com
PS
If you'd like to submit your original Pez poetry, fiction,
humor, or other literary tributes, please feel free to do
so by e-mailing me at the above address. You never know,
your Pez karma just may increase ten-fold…
My
Pez Halloween Costume: Blowin' in the Wind
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I
can recall one Halloween in college when I dressed up as
a Pez dispenser. Going from store to store in search of
a Pez costume, but finding nothing, I began to get desperate.
So I finally settled on using poster board for the Pez costume.
I decided to be a Batman Pez, and so I took great pains
to cut the poster board and to decorate it with the illustrious
Pez logo and even the serial number.
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When
the day came, I proudly put on my costume and headed
to my classes with it (armed with a real Pez dispenser,
to share the joy of course). Unfortunately, I did
not count on the strong winds that day. I probably
should have, considering that I went to school up
by Niagara Falls. But the wind was so strong that
I had to struggle to keep the flimsy poster board
on my person.Towards the end of the day, the costume
blew right off and started to roll across campus.
As a Pezhead, I have always been in pursuit of Pez,
but until that day I don't recall actually running
to catch it.
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My creative yet ill-fated Pez dispenser
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The
moral of the story is that even though it is incredibly
fun to be a Pez dispenser for Halloween, it is incredibly
stupid to do so with poster board near Niagara Falls.
Postscript
Fortunately,
there now exists a better costume for Pezheads. It's available
at a great Web site called PeterandMark.com
in three sizes and, if secured properly, most likely will
not be blown off of you and need to be retrieved many yards
away. Although I'm a little bit older now, I'm tempted to
get this costume, if for nothing else than to follow the
credo I've lived by for years:
Don't
just collect the Pez… BE the Pez.
Pez
Poetry
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A
Pezhead's Fear
I'm
not a man who scares that easy,
Blood and guts don't make me queasy.
Witches' spells don't mean a thing,
Nor do bats with flapping wings.
Wolfmen howling in the night
Fail to bring a sense of fright.
Zombies, phantoms, specters, ghosts
Do nothing but amuse at most.
Count Dracula and Frankenstein
Are not among the fears of mine.
But
no more Pez? Now that's a dread!
Such eerie thoughts invade my head!
There's no more grape, and no strawberry;
There's no more orange… now this is scary!
Not one dispenser to be found
At stores, garage sales, all around.
No flea markets, no conventions,
No more eBay- dare I mention?
No more Pez to collect and share;
I cannot lie, I'm deathly scared!
So if
you want to make me cower,
It won't be in the midnight hour.
You will not need a skull and bones,
No thunderstorms or distant moans,
No haunted houses, no vampires,
No devils shooting balls of fire,
No jack-o-lantern's evil grin,
Not even leeches on my skin.
All you'll need is a world that says,
"I'm sorry, son, there's no more Pez."
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