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The hummingwolf flits in, fur and feathers covered in pollen, to make a Very Important Announcement.

Very Important Announcement: Limited Edition Dark Chocolate Reese's Cups have been tried and judged to be... okay. There are better ways to get your dark chocolate fix; and for a Reese's peanut butter fix, there's no real point in searching out the limited edition if the old-fashioned milk chocolate kind happens to be available.

Limited Edition White Chocolate Reese's Cups have not been tried as white chocolate was long ago decreed to be Not Real Chocolate.

Having delivered the important message, the hummingwolf flies off again to get some well-deserved rest.

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After recuperating upstairs for a couple hours last night, I went back down to where the party was and listened to some more conversation as I munched on pizza and cookies. When people left a little while later, they called out to me things along the lines of, "It was good to meet you!" It's a common little cliche, isn't it? Tell somebody you just met that you're happy to meet them. But you never know that the first time. Unless you've got good instincts or they've got good references, you don't know if the person you just met can be trusted. You don't know that soon if they'll take all your money, break your heart, ruin your reputation, or generally be the worst thing that ever happened to you. Yet you call out to them as they leave, "It was a pleasure to meet you!"

One of my friends from college was the kind of guy who seems to know everybody, always great at networking and attracting folks from a wide variety of backgrounds (and foregrounds). After we'd been good friends for over a year, he turned to me one day at lunch and said, "It was good to meet you!" There was a sensible man.