Snail of a time

I'm a little slow, a little bit behind, I missed a crucial day in the sci fi calendar yesterday, an opportunity of a lifeyear to blip, and it's gone. I'll have to wait until next May the 4th be with you... Considered doing something Star Warsy a day after the designated official day, or going with something Revenge of the Fifth/Sixth-y, but it just didn't seem right. And that movie makes me feel unclean, so I'd rather not inflict thoughts of it upon any poor soul. And so instead here's a snail. He's made of a metre of licorice (or liquorice as I used to know it), and likes to read R v Lockyer (1996) far more than me. He's pretty cool, but seems to have disappeared somewhere since I took this shot. Not sure where. But my tongue seems to have turned black, and I have a faint taste of molasses in my mouth. Surely that cannot be connected?