Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Sexism in my cereal bowl?

It's no secret to those that know me that I am passionate about my breakfast cereals. For dinner tonight, I had a heaping bowl of Cap'n Crunch (Note: I have not eaten my favorite, Crunch Berries, since they introduced the multicolored balls. All red or none at all for me!). I've often expounded at length on both my love for cereals, and my sadness at the passing of my favorite brands.

That said, it never occurred to me that there is not one female breakfast cereal mascot. It's all franks and beans.

Sure, there has been the occasional female product placement (Rainbow Brite, Strawberry Shortcake). But every cartoon spokesman is just that, a man. Or male. Even Pebbles, named after a female character, is represented by Fred and Barney.

What's up with that?

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Monday, January 12, 2009

Did ya ever?

Just have one of those days turning into a week of not really giving a good god damn about anything? It's looking like one of those weeks for me.

Sometimes life is just uninspiring drudgery.

I'm sure I'll feel a little better come Friday when BSG returns. For now, the whole world just gets a big old "meh."

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Fuck NTB

I brought KG's car into National Tire and battery today to replace her two front tires. $107 all told, and they managed to get me out of there fairly quickly. About what I was expecting, so no complaints there.

What raises my ire, though, is the petty theft. Of approximately $1.00 in change from the center console. I noted when I dropped the car off that KG had some silver in the little coin holder. It was gone when I left.

A few years ago, I brought my car in for a new battery and tires. I had about $10 in quarters in the bin. I knew this because I had counted it that morning, considering using it to buy a pack of smokes. When I went out to my car after having it serviced, the change was gone.

I went back in and confronted the sales guy. Of course, the mechanic denied it. I told him I wasn't concerned about the loss of $10, it was the principle. I'd just spent a couple of hundred in their store, and the mechanic must have realized the coinage would be missed.

Needless to say, the money was not returned. They did give me a voucher for a free oil change, though.

So, here we are a few years later. The amount taken was probably less than a buck, but the principle remains the same. Seriously, what the fuck, guys?

I will never be going to NTB again, and I'll do my best to discourage others from going. I hope that spare change got you something good out of the sundry machine, you fucking grease monkey.

Saturday, January 03, 2009


On the first day of '09, I gave my love a face full of champagne.

On the second day of '09, I left my love in the lurch with 2 kids and a flat tire on a work day.

On the cusp of the third day of '09, I had one of those moments of clarity.

I'll do my best to not allow it to be obscured.

When you lose sight of your path, your environment tends to step in and remind you. I'll be mindful.