AUTOPOSTED JUNE 18 2009

To whom it may concern:

If you are reading this, the Chronicle of Ianto Jones, it means that my Mainframe programming skills still pwn.

This post is set to automatically unlock on the day of my disappearance from Torchwood. Stop freaking out that there's no coffee or pastries for breakfast and read it, please.

Last night, in your timeline, I went to London to return some books long overdue to the Queen and have a Summit of Butlers (pub night) with Harold Putnam. Just after returning to Cardiff's city limits this morning I was swept up in what I can only guess is a rift storm and deposited in New York City, circa 1920. ( This is my story... )

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It cracks me up how peoples' eyes light up when they see Starburst candies.

It's totally worth the $5 I spent on two bags of Starburst for my work-desk candy dish, the amount of entertainment I've had this morning. Ordinarily if I have treats out, people are interested but casual -- they stop at the dish if they happen to be passing, and might take a chocolate or a cookie but might not. When the Starburst are out, people beeline for them excitedly.

STARBURST. I LOVE THESE! OMG CAN I HAVE THREE? ARE THERE ANY YELLOW FLAVOUR LEFT?

And then I lol myself to death. YELLOW FLAVOUR. Coming out of the mouth of a woman who I happen to know has an Ivy League MBA. And she took them all!

Starburst fruit chews turn everyone into a five-year-old.