I try to solve the crisis in the Sudan, by introducing a new toy line. I'll probably go to hell for this. And before I do, I write a letter to my 8th grade self.

Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday. Fastnacht. Whatever you like to call it. THat's today. It's the day you get to pig out on all the things you are about to give up this Lenten season.

Everytime I come back from the Indian buffet I'm miserable for the rest of the afternoon.