Movie Candy, DOTS, and Tornadoes

I stumbled across these Earth, Wind, and Fire (Everybody sing...Our voices will ring togetherrr, until the twelfth of neverrrr...) DOTS while looking for an electric grill at Shopko—they didn't have one, so I got these instead.
Actually they're Water, Air, and Fire, with water replacing earth. A delicious candy or prognostication?
Vince wanted to tear right into them, but all good things must wait or come to an end or something. Look for a movie candy review this weekend.

Post Script: I was making the sound I imagine a meerkat makes, not knowing what a meerkat is, exactly, as I listened to Bob Uecker and a 4-8, 4.74 ERA Dave Bush pitch a filthy, filthy game against the Rockies. Miller Park was packed plumper than a Klement's sausage, admirable for a week day. (Better able to think about the 400 succinct, yet amusing words due tomorrow on Brain Drain, in case my editor should read this.)

All hot and sweaty from working so very, very hard, I went swimming; the point of all this being that when I came back outside, what had to have been a tornado—straight winds my Irish ass—had ripped through the parking lot.
The side of my car was covered in single leaves and branches which looked as if they were trying to pass through the car. Trees were down everywhere, split, ripped from their roots, and hanging on for dear life. There were trash can lids with chains still attached to them and no trash cans to match.
I asked some guy, half kidding, if a tornado had come through. Then I saw the dark gap where his side window used to be. (His answer was "yes.") More missing windows in the car next to his, and unidentifiable yellow crap everywhere. I noticed long pieces of metal that looked as if they'd been tenderized curled in and out of parking spots. Something metal was twisted around a car, and I kept looking up to see if an airplane had fallen out of the sky. Yes, I watch too many movies, and have seen too many episodes of Lost and the X-Files.

And no one said a thing about it while I was gliding along, listening to a cover of the Bee Gees I Started A Joke (still thinking about the story, writing it in my head). Either that lifeguard or WORT has excellent taste in music.
Anyway, there wasn't the usual we've narrowly escaped a natural disaster camaraderie. I think because no one really knew what the hell had happened. When I talked about it to a clerk at a nearby grocery store, she asked me if I wanted paper or plastic.
New item for To Do List: Find out if a tornado hit 15 feet from where I parked my car.
Oh yeah, the moral of the story, always bring your camera.