Some Pics

Me and the boys at Transit (early evening)


Me and Dennis at US Cellular


P and Dennis at US Cellular - What a cute couple!

The Joys of Email

Until today, I had only heard stories of other people's work inboxes being bombarded by mass email reply-to-all disasters. Now, I can finally say that I have experienced this monument of human stupidity for myself.

I don't know how it originally started, but around 9 am this morning I got an email from some random person in the company network saying "please remove my address from this list". Since then, I have gotten about 200 more messages of people who inexplicably keep choosing to reply-to-all with various responses. A sample of the messages I've been receiving:

"I don't know who you are?"
"What is going on here?"
"I have no idea what any of you are talking about"
"Nor do I know what this is about"
"I also don't know what this is about"
"Please take me off your list. These emails are clogging up my inbox"
"Ditto"
"Dito"
"delete my name"
"Dito"
"Ditto"
"Me too!"
"and me too!"
"Remove me also"
"Ditto for me."
"I think you sent this to me in error."
"I agree with Tom. Does anyone know what's going on?"
"I agree with Tom and Maria, this must be a mistake."
"PLEASE DO NOT REPLY TO ALL!"
"I probably should not be responding for fear of further email assault, but this is a virus of some sort"
"WHY ARE YOU SENDING THIS TO ME"
"If you mental giants would stop replying to all, this problem would not be continuing"
"I have no choice but to reply all because I don't know who sent me the message"
"I am talking to Help Desk. They say to not reply to the messages and just delete them."
"Do you people realize that this is probably some sort of virus??"
"Hi Belinda, I noticed your name on the list and just wanted to say hi. How are you, other than getting erroneous emails in your inbox?"

Seriously, all of those were actually among the messages I received throughout today. I just don't understand how so many people can be so dumb and ignorant when it comes to email. The people who are stupid enough to reply-all when they want to be removed from a list are annoying enough. But even more frustrating is all the people who feel the need to teach everyone else about how they shouldn't reply-all, when in so doing they only add more to the congestion and don't help any of us at all. Then there's the retards who actually look at the other names on the thread and try to talk to an individual by replying to everyone. There's probably tens of thousands of people across the country on this company-wide network, and because you feel like saying what's up to one other person, you muck up all these other people's mailboxes?

The sad thing is, there actually was an official company email sent out at 11 that specifically told people NOT to reply to these messages and to just to delete them. 4 hours later, I'm still getting more replies. Utterly ridiculous, I say.

Too Bad I Don't Have A Nice Rack

Got pulled over on Dundee yesterday by a cop who claimed I wasn't wearing a seat belt. Fine, except I was wearing a seat belt all along. He comes to my window and sees the seatbelt on, and goes "is there any chance you put that on after seeing me? Just be honest." Well, to be completely honest, I didn't even see him until he turned on his lights, and anyways, I almost always wear my seat belt to begin with (this being one of those times). And this is what I told him.

Now, you'd think that he would just let it go, but then he noted that I was wearing the belt under my arm. I know it's not the "proper" way to wear a seat belt, but I usually tuck the shoulder strap under my arm because it gets uncomfortable and rubs against my neck and stuff. So the cop is like "maybe I didn't see it on because you were wearing it like that" and takes my license back to his car. 15 minutes later, he comes back and gives me the following speech:

"Ok, I'm still pretty sure I saw you without your seatbelt on, but I don't think you're lying, so I'll meet you halfway: this is a 'citation' for a 'seat belt violation' - it doesn't necessarily say that you weren't wearing your seatbelt, but I'll call it a violation because you weren't wearing it the proper way. So unlike a ticket, it won't go on your driving record, you just have to send in $25 to pay the fine. We're just doing this to save lives, you know, to encourage people to wear seat belts."

Let me get this straight: A cop pulls me over for no other reason than him thinking I wasn't wearing a seat belt. In fact, I was wearing my seat belt, he just didn't see it. In the end, he admits that he's not completely sure about seeing me without a seat belt on, and I still get stuck with a $25 'citation' for a 'seat belt violation'. All this, when I'm one of the people in this country who's been wearing a seat belt for years and was also wearing one the time he pulled me over.

It's not like I have a really shoddy history either, I haven't been pulled over at all in about 3-4 years, and that was when a cop wrote me a speeding ticket for going 9 over the speed limit (9 over!! Don't cops have anything better to do??). And I was polite to the guy all along, even when I was tempted to say something sarcastic like "I'm glad I have police officers like you to serve and protect me like this."

Ok, so I wasn't wearing it in the exact proper way. But I know I'm not the only person out there who wears the strap underneath their arm. Big deal, at least I have it on, which is more than you can say for a lot of other people. Just give me a warning and I'll change, is it really necessary to write me a citation and give me a $25 fine?? All I know is, there may have been all sorts of robberies, murders, rapes, quote-unquote "real crimes" that he could have been fighting instead of burning his 20 minutes and mine to nail me on wearing my seat belt wrong. Even one of those horrible people out there who actually don't wear their seat belts would have been a better use of time than me.

So now I'm trying to decide whether or not to fight this thing and get a court date. It's only $25, so I don't know if it's worth the trouble, but there's principle here. First of all, I should not be getting fined for a seat belt violation when I was wearing my seat belt (and always have). If it's their intention to "save lives by encouraging people to wear their seat belt", it's not necessary to go after people like me who already do it. Second of all, cops need to be discouraged somehow from pulling people over for seat belt violations when they're not even sure about what they see. If they have nothing better to do with their time, then I'd have to say that means we have more cops on the street than we really need. Anyways, I'm thinking that maybe if I actually stand up and make this cop defend himself in court, he'll at least feel more accountable for doing the same thing again, and it could save other people like me from having to go through the story I just described.

Now, I've wasted another 20 minutes writing about the dumb thing.

Voices In My Head

"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHH!!!" - Lil' Jon (or Dave Chappelle as Lil' Jon)

"Are you a pothead, Focker?" - Robert DeNiro

"I see you look me up and down... I know you want my bod-ay" - Beyonce

"Even my boogers are spicy" - Ralph Wiggum

"To play your messages, press 1" - T-Mobile Voicemail Lady

"So when Rigby got his samples back from the laboratory, he made a startling discovery! What he believed to be igneous, was in fact, sedimentary!" - Ross Gellar (in fake British accent)

"Oh no, Mike Wallace, RUN!!" - Chris Rock

"Do it... doooo it" - D. Ciszek

"GAAAAAS he gone" - Hawk Harrelson

"Too much for you!" - Scotty Nguyen

"My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off their underpants, my salsa.... my salsa" - Eminem

"EEEE-mails, send in your emails, EEEE-mails, we read your emails..." - Mancow jingle

"Screw you guys, I'm going home!" - Cartman

Pat Tillman Killed in Action

I remember hearing about this guy a year or two ago when he decided to leave the NFL in the prime of his career to serve his country. Even then, they were talking about how it was gonna be a serious role with real implications (not some silly thing like Tiger Woods doing Green Beret training for 3 days). But I still figured it was the media hyping up a story.

It doesn't get much more real or serious than getting killed in combat fighting for your country. This man gave up millions of dollars and a comfortable life to defend all of us from the evil people in this world. Reading a story like this makes me feel so unworthy of his sacrifice and for the sacrifices of all our soldiers who give up their lives across the globe to defend our way of life.

*****

Meanwhile, we have this little punk college kid Eli Manning who decides he doesn't want to be drafted by San Diego cause they're not gonna be winners. What kind of messed up retarded business is that?

One other bad part about the weekend was when I watched Honey. I wasn't expecting much, and it still sucked more than I thought it would. I think, in all seriousness, the only good acting in the whole movie came from Missy Elliott.

This week at work, I'm officially being transferred from the Systems Engineering group to the Analog Design group. That means new bosses, new projects, probably new desk. I really liked my old bosses in the past year and a half I've been here, but I think this will be a good change for me. Well, at least I hope it will.

Seems like for a lot of people who graduated and started working in 2002 like me, this is a time when a lot is changing for us career wise. Either we're getting restless after getting a taste of what the next 10, 20, or 30 years of life might be like at this job, or circumstances outside of our own control are dictating the shakeups that are happening or about to happen.

In either case, it's a less than desirable situation which also serves as yet another reminder to each of us that the real world is tough. Our college days are long behind us, and life isn't getting any easier.

You know, it still hasn't completely hit me yet that I'm already 24 years old. It's scary sometimes to think about what that means. For starters, I've seen a lot of people my age or younger who have already been buying houses, getting engaged, pursuing and/or achieving advanced degrees, things like that. And that's just among the people I know personally.

When I look at the NBA and see someone like LeBron James come in at age 18, it's crazy to think about how much younger he is than me, and how incredibly good he's gonna get by the time he's my age (in 6 years). I mean, the kid is barely out of high school, and he's already signed contracts that will pay him more money during this next year than I might save in an entire lifetime.

It's not that I'm focused on the money. I don't think I need to ever become a millionaire or billionaire to be happy in life. Like when I see someone such as Donald Trump, it's not his money or his power or even his fame that appeals to me. I don't envy his tacky looking house even if it did cost millions to build and furnish, nor do I wish to be surrounded by people who kiss my ass all day, every day.

But I can't help but admire him for accomplishing so much throughout his life. He started as just one man in this world, just like any one of us, but through years of hard work he managed to build an empire of his own. Now he's got these huge skyscrapers and casinos bearing his name. How many of us can claim anything like that on our resume?

Do I want to build a "Chen Tower" as my life's work or own a famous golf course? No, I really don't. All I'm saying is that it shows how much one person can do in just one lifetime. And it almost makes me feel stupid that I spend most of my days worrying about the weather, fantasy baseball, or how I'm going to spend my weekend.

From what I've heard, the late twenties is when a typical man starts to really get serious about his career, and think about what he wants to accomplish with his life. If that's so, then I guess I still have a good 3-4 years to putz around before panic time officially arrives. But then I keep hearing the same old voice in my head: youth is wasted on the young. If I want to do truly great things with this life, why wait until I'm past my prime to start pursuing them?

I only wish that right now, I knew what my purpose was and what I'm supposed to be seeking after. I do believe that I'm destined to someday do great things, I just don't know what those things are. The real question to ask at this point is, if I did know what I'm supposed to achieve 10 or 20 years from now, how should I be living my life differently today in order to prepare myself for that?

Anyways, I started all this talking about the changes going on at my job and those of my friends (actually I started with talking about how Honey sucked but oh well). For myself, the changes aren't going to be drastic, but I'm still feeling a little nervous about what's in store. For those of you who have either recently started a new career path, or have a lot of uncertainty going on with the place you're currently working, I really hope everything works out for the best for all of you guys in the end. Other than that, I don't know what else I can say. But if any of you need any help from me in any way, or just want to hang out and talk about life and stuff, I'll try my best to schedule you in to my busy life. Har har.

- Happy Bdays to Amol and Anuj

- Thanks again to Rich, Vira, and Olivia for taking care of a spitting, puking 145 pound rock this weekend. I still don't know what exactly was in those 2 beers and 3 shots at Transit, but in my entire life my body has never reacted the way it did to those 5 drinks on Saturday. I'm not talking about just that night, but the entire day after and even up through this morning. Not that it makes it ok, but I know I have had 3 or 4 times as many drinks as that during more than a few experiences in the past, and not once have I ever:

1. Had completely no memory of significant portions of the night. I'm talking zero recall at all, and not even a sense of familiarity even when people tell me exactly what happened or specific things I said and did.

2. Continued to feel sick for more than 24 hours afterwards. It hasn't felt anything like a normal hangover either (I've had my share of those), but an entirely debilitating feeling of being bedridden for a whole day, while not being able to eat or drink much of anything at all.

So yeah, I don't know if there was something bad in those drinks (other than Miller Lite, 3 Wise Men, or Jaegar), or if I ate something bad earlier in the day, or if I'm just getting too old for any drinking at all. Maybe my liver is collapsed and shriveled or something. But honestly, I don't know how I could have avoided that experience. I think the only way to be sure that never happens again is to cut off alcohol completely. Or at least cut off taking any shots. I don't know what I'll decide to do, but I really don't want to ever go through something like this weekend ever again (let alone put my friends through it with me), so I'm definitely gonna have to make some changes.

- On a lighter note, I hate UPS. They tried delivering a package to my house 3 times and no one was there to sign for it, so they sent a notice in the mail telling me to pick it up. I get the notice about 2 days before the date is listed when it will get returned to sender. So I call the number asking them to forward the package from Westmont (near Darien) to the UPS center in Palatine (which is literally about 1 minute away from the townhouse here). The stupid lady on the phone tells me they can't do that. I'm like, how worthless can a shipping company be, if it doesn't have the ability to even ship a package from one of its own centers to another??

So eventually, I give up on that effort and ask if the lady can just hold the package there for a little bit longer than 2 days, since it's not easy for me to get to Westmont before their daily closing time. She says fine, and extends the Return to Sender date a week. Finally, I find a day when I can go to the stupid Westmont UPS center after work, driving about 50 mins to get there. This is when the high school kid working there informs me that the manager at their location is especially strict about not letting people extend the Return to Sender date. Thus she decided to send it back anyways, overriding my request to extend that date.

In the end, I wasted hours of my time with nothing to show for it. I've given up on getting whatever this package that "Citibank" wants to send me because of all the frustration that they caused me.

- One thing I've been wondering about Donald Trump, why in the world is he doing endorsements? What can they possibly be paying him, a man supposedly worth billions of dollars, to make it worth his while to do a Verizon commercial or whatever? You'd think that to a guy who's used to building huge skyscrapers and owning casinos, getting paid a few million bucks would seem like chump change.

- A quick update on Parry Shen, he says that he'll be at U of I to speak on April 27th (next Tuesday). I won't be able to make it (gotta work), but I'm just letting people know in case they are still interested in going.

Longest Voicemail Ever

A few days ago, I got the longest voicemail of my life. Apparently it was left by a bunch of my idiot friends using someone's conference call feature and then deciding to have an entire conversation with each other while on my voicemail. I deleted it right away, so I'm probably forgetting a lot of the message, but the following should be enough to give everyone the gist of how retarded some of my friends are.

You have 1 unheard voice message. To play your message press 1
[I press 1]
Will: Dudo...
Andy: Dudo....
Shubes: Dudo...
John: Dudo....
Will: We're going to Dakota's in Schaumburg, meet us there
Andy: Yeah meet us there you lil bitch
Will: We got a special appearance by your old friend Peepo tonight
John: And Barbario might be there
Shubes: Oh wait, isn't he playing cards at Dave's tonight
Andy: Should we go play cards first then and go to Dakotas after?
Will: No, I'm not gonna play cards tonight
Shubes: Why not?
Will: I only like cards on Thursday, people drink on Thursday
Andy: Ok no cards then, lets just meet in Schaumburg
Will: Alright whose house should we meet at
Andy: Who has a bigger driveway?
John: I don't know
[about a minute's worth of arguing about driveways]
Andy: Jim are you even coming out?
Shubes: I don't know yet, I gotta do taxes
Andy: Man, just have your mom do your taxes for you
Will: No just go to [some tax website], it's free
Shubes: Nah man, just call me later, I'll come out if I can get my taxes done
Andy: Shibby. You pussy...
[another minute of Andy trying to convince Shubes to come out]
Will: Yo we're still on Dudo's voicemail
Andy: Hahaha oh yeah... I think we should go to Dave's first, then it'll be easier to get Dudo to go out
Will: I don't wanna play cards yo
Andy: Why not you shibby
Will: I told you, nobody drinks unless it's Thursday night
[another minute of mindless arguing amongst themselves]
Andy: Haha we're still recording on Dudo's voicemail
Shubes: How long has it been
Andy: Like 5 minutes
Will: So what we doing?
Andy: Let's just go to Dakota's, where we meeting at?
[voicemail finally cuts off]
To delete this message, press 7
[fastest pressing of 7 I've ever done for any voicemail]

I look at my phone, time of call was 5:33. I still can't believe I listened through a 5 minute long voicemail.

*****

Since everyone else has been quoting Chappelle, I'll throw in my favorite from the Wayne Brady episode: "Ohhh no, no, noooo.... is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch?"

Haha.... hilarious.

*****

I almost let myself believe that maybe this year, Billy Krotch would not suck. Sure didn't take him long to blow up, that's all I can say. Thankfully we came back to win that game, bless Joe Crede and his crappy skills. And as I'm typing this blog, Magglio just jacked one to give my beloved White Sox their second straight last-at-bat victory. I LOVE BASEBALL

Notes

- This morning I remembered that I get this Friday off. Short weeks always make me happier than long weeks. It sure is gonna be a "Good Friday" indeed. I'm going to be making some form of that lame joke every year, so better get used to it.

- Got home from work yesterday to catch the horrific end of the 2004 White Sox season opener. The adventures of Billy Krotch continue, and I guess his crappiness spread to Dumbasso Marte during the offseason, as I watched them two blow a 7-3 lead and go on to lose 9-7 by giving up 6 combined runs, all in the bottom of the 9th. Not a good start to the season, and why do I have the sinking feeling that there's plenty more of those groin-wrenching moments to come? Better get used to it.

- Barry Bonds is awesome. I can't say that enough. When he plays, it seriously is like he is the only pro and everyone else is a little leaguer. Now, maybe he's on steroids and maybe he's not, but I don't care how many steroids someone takes, you still need a ton of skill and talent to do what this guy does. And if he has been roided out all this time like everyone says he is, why hasn't he flamed out with injuries yet? Mark McGwire, Jose Canseco, and Ken Caminiti all had good seasons too, but they couldn't sustain their success. Bonds is almost 40 years old, been putting up crazy numbers consistently for a while now, and still more dominant than ever. By the way, with baseball season underway, I will definitely be talking baseball and fantasy baseball here a lot more. Better get used to it.

- After about 4 years with a Capital One Visa as my only credit card, I decided to get an American Express Blue card too. This was partly spurred on from an experience a few weeks ago at Neiman Marcus when I was paying for Olivia's lip balm and they wouldn't take my Visa. What kind of backwards place doesn't take Visa? Well I didn't have any of the accepted cards the lady listed, and the only names I even recognized were Diners Club and American Express. It was only a few bucks so I paid it in cash at the time, but after that experience I vowed never to let those "hoity-toity" (Olivia's phrase) people get the better of me again. So I added American Express to my arsenal. The other benefit of this new card is that now I finally have a card where I earn some rewards (instead of getting absolutely nothing back for my purchases with that stupid Capital One Visa).

Unfortunately, the addition of this new card also means my wallet has grown even fatter and heavier than it already was. I already looked through it and there's not much I can take out. Definitely not getting rid of my Britney Spears stickers. So I guess fat wallet is here to stay. Better get used to it.

*****

Playing For Fun

Reading Rich's blog last week reminded me of what it was like to play kids games back in the day. And it made me think about how much our games and our idea of fun has changed since we got older.

Like when I tried to recall and explain the rules of Running Bases, we both pretty much realized that the game didn't really make sense anymore. Questions like "why wouldn't you just stay at one base?" or "how do you determine a winner?" popped up right away, and I didn't have an answer to any of them.

It's weird, because I always remember that playing Running Bases was always the most fun I had as a kid. But now that we think about it, it's kind of hard to figure out why. How can a game that doesn't have good solid rules, and where nobody wins, be fun?

I mean, you look at all the "games" we play at our age, and it's totally different. First of all, so much of what we do (cards, NCAA tournament pools, fantasy sports) seems to always involve at least some amount of money. Even if there's no money involved in our games, at least some amount of pride or bragging rights are still at stake. Whether you're playing video games or sports or whatever, the winners and losers are always clearly defined.

And because money or pride is at stake, the rules also have to be clearly defined too. So in poker, we have to raise blinds or else everyone would fold all the time. In fantasy baseball, we have to agree on a set system of scoring beforehand, such that there's no disputing who wins and loses at the end of the season.

When we played Running Bases, I don't remember anyone ever having to make a rule that said "no staying on one base the whole time", because we always ran no matter what. We just played on without ever thinking that you could avoid getting caught by simply not leaving the base.

Would this be the case if we had to buy in $10 per round? Or, imagine how different would the game be if they kept ladder rankings of the best baserunners and best defenders? I think the spirit of the game would be thoroughly ruined and all the fun taken out of it in the end.

This could kill a lot of other kids games too. What if the neighborhood kept stats like "Successful Find Percentage" of all the kids who played Hide & Seek? What if in TV Tag*, you could only save yourself by naming shows that were included in a national standardized list? What if they used Instant Replay to enforce the "no tagbacks" rule by checking elapsed time between tag and tagback? What if people kept track of individual "+/-" in Red Rover, like they do in the NHL?

I'm not saying that we shouldn't play for money, or play to win, or have rules in our games. I just wonder if sometimes we end up taking the fun factor of games away from ourselves by making it too much about money or pride or bragging rights.

It was kind of funny on Sunday, when Greg suggested the crazy idea of playing 31 "for fun", and by that he meant a game with no money involved. And in the end of the game, with one winner and 7 losers, we made the observation that 7 of us were happy with the result (no penalty for losing) and only 1 was unhappy (no monetary reward despite winning).

Contrast that to a hold'em tournament, where only 1 or 2 people at the end come away happy, and the rest are left with no more than a sob story of how they got beat.

Anyways, I'm not one of those idealistic hippies who believes that everyone's a winner and that any competition is bad. I still love playing poker, and fantasy baseball, etc., in which money and/or pride is involved, and I'm definitely not gonna stop doing those things anytime soon.

But, I do miss those days when I could play a game purely for fun, not worrying about anything else but having a good time. I think I just need to approach some of the things I do differently, and maybe find new non-competitive hobbies that can still be fun and fulfilling.

* I'm not sure if it's as universal a game as H&S or Red Rover, so I'll explain the rules: TV Tag was like normal tag, except if you were about to get tagged by "it", you could say the name of a TV Show and sit down, making you immune to being tagged. So if you were getting chased, you could say "Flintstones" and sit down until "it" left. As far as I can remember, there were no rules saying how long you could stay on the ground, but this usually wasn't a problem either.

Best Blog Ever

Not to brag or anything, but I'd have to say that this is gonna be one of my best entries of all time. I promise all of you reading this that you will not be disappointed.

*****

Last night, my roommate helped me change the brake pads on my car in our driveway. I'd never done it before, and I was leaning towards taking it to the dealer, but he convinced me that it was a simple job and to save myself the money and hassle.

Well, it turns out that it was indeed a simple job, which took maybe about an hour beginning to end to finish. Other than getting a whole bunch of cuts on my hand from ramming it into metal edges (my own fault), I'd say that changing your brake pads on your own is better than taking it to the dealer in every way. Dealers rip you off, make you do extra work that's usually unnecessary, wasting your time and overcharging you in the process. I hate those bastards.

If anyone out there needs new brake pads put in, and is thinking about taking it to the dealer, contact me first. I would be happy to pass on the knowledge if it means saving someone else from getting jacked by their dealer.

*****

I think my favorite cereal growing up was Kellogg's Corn Pops. Probably wasn't the most healthy of cereals, which is why my mom always bought us Cheerios or Total, but I had to have my Pops. The light, airy texture was good, with a nice sweetened taste, but in my opinion the best feature was that it didn't get soggy in milk very easily. Especially since I'm one of the slowest eaters I know, a big problem with Cheerios, Total, Wheaties, Frosted Flakes, etc. was getting to the bottom of the bowl and finding that the rest was disgusting mush. And since my mom is Chinese, she had conditioned me to avoid wasting any amount of food regardless of the circumstances, so of course I had to finish that disgusting mush.

On a side note, I think one thing that Chinese parents tell their kids (or maybe it's just my mom and my aunts) is that if you don't finish your bowl of rice completely, you'll grow up to marry a wife/husband that has "ma-lien", meaning a face dotted with marks like the bowl dotted with rice you left behind. Most kids are dumb and just believe everything adults say, but being the smart, critical minded boy I was, I argued that I wouldn't be so stupid to marry someone if she had ma-lien. But they countered with the argument that of course she wouldn't have ma-lien when I married her, but she would develop it after the wedding, and then I'd be screwed. That shut me up for the time being. Damn, outsmarted in the end by my own parents...

Anyways, as far as Pops goes, I decided to start eating them again this week. They were pretty much the same as I remember except now I think my taste for sweetness isn't the same. I guess as I got older, the appeal of sugary stuff somewhat faded. Still a great cereal overall though.

Here's a quick rundown of my top 5 cereal rankings:

1. Pops - Discussed above. Commercials were stupid though, when they always had someone freaking out cause someone else finished their box of Pops.

2. Cheerios - Didn't taste as good as Pops, but definitely more healthy and not too shabby of a breakfast either. Also, me and my sister used to like the commercials when they showed someone flexing their bicep and a Cheerio was on their bicep, so we'd try to imitate it by licking a Cheerio and sticking it on our arms. Man, were we weird as little kids, I probably shouldn't have shared so much. Anyways, there were other versions of Cheerios too, like Apple Cinnamon, but I only liked the original and maybe Honey Nut Cheerios too.

3. Lucky Charms - Surprisingly, my health conscious mom actually bought us these once in a while. Maybe she had coupons for them or something. I liked Lucky Charms, even though the commercials pissed me off. Why do kids have to be so mean to the leprechaun? The cereal itself tasted good and held up to milk pretty well, but sometimes it was frustrating to maintain a reasonable marshmallow-to-cereal ratio. And the worst part was that when you got to the bottom of the box, it would be all the grainy crumbs of crushed marshmallow and tiny pieces of cereal, which was really disgusting when added to milk.

4. Total Raisin Bran - I forget if this was actually a cereal, or if I'm mixing up Total with some other brand of Raisin Bran, or maybe my mom just bought Total and added raisins to it. Anyways, I didn't really like plain Bran but they were somewhat redeemed with raisins to shake things up. I don't believe in adding anything else to cereal, like they'd always show pictures of cereal with strawberries or banana slices in them and I'd be disgusted. Overall, this was never really my cereal of choice, even if it was good for you.

5. Wheaties - I really hated these. Like I mentioned earlier, the worst part of cereal is the soggy milky mush at the end, and Wheaties always left that. I didn't care if Michael Jordan ate it, or if it really was that healthy and could make me into an awesome athlete. The taste and texture weren't that great to begin with, and they only got worse as you progressed through the bowl.

When I think about it, I really haven't tried too many cereals throughout my life. That top 5 might as well be my bottom 5 too. I think other than those, I've sampled Kix and Life and that's about it. Maybe Trix as well. Sometimes I wonder what else is out there, if I'd like Count Chocula or Cap'n Crunch? Intriguing...

It's kind of interesting though, as I wrote about my cereal history, I noticed that pretty much with all of them I associated the cereal itself in some way with their commercials. Advertising is totally powerful when it comes to brainwashing 8 year olds watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I didn't even watch as much TV as other kids when I was little, so I'm sure there are probably people out there that are my age right now, who still hear stuff like "Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids!" in their dreams.

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I'm sure most of you out there reading this blog have noticed by now that it is not as awesome as I promised it would be. Well, it's too late for you to go back now, you already wasted your time. HAHA APRIL FOOLS BEEEITCH!!