The Hierarchy of the Mini-Wheat.

Third runner up… Maple. Only the first ‘Wheat has any real semblance of maple-itude, and that’s like an extra crunchy version of those maple leaf-shaped cookies my Dad used to like. The smell is more noticeable than the taste.

Second runner up… Vanilla. Not bad, though the silver text on the box is weird. I don’t need superhero breakfast cereal, thanks. A bit too sweet, though, and constantly reminds me of icing.

First runner up… Original. A classic, truly, and a childhood staple. And it delivers that injection of refined sugar so crucial to people born after 1970.

And the winner, and finest of all Mini-Wheat offerings… Brown Sugar. Like white sugar, but with the added delusion of somehow being slightly better for you. And, though it might be purely psychological, it tastes somehow a bit less sweet, which I appreciate.

Edited to add how very pleased I am to note that the < blink > tag still works in this day and age. 🙂

The line is thinner than you’d expect.

I spent the morning with my brother – pre-showing housekeeping.

It’s both fascinating and exhausting spending several hours with him. Like a young child who is fully verbal and mobile. The input is non-stop, unfiltered, and you can’t focus on any one thing, cuz you can be sure he doesn’t. Plus, in this instance, it was him in raw form, no chemicals, in a good mood, and with sufficient sleep. I swear in the space of 20 seconds he sang a snippet of some song, told me a joke about a blow job, complained about his biological father, and started talking about some guy who works with a friend of his. There was lots of singing and complaining. Were his mood just slightly better, there would also have been screaming and shrieking laughter. He likes to scream, that boy. The scatological humour was there, as always. As it was he was just very chatty. He holds both sides of imaginary conversations. Usually when he fantasizes about telling someone off. I really, really want to record him sometime – just like this morning, when he doesn’t know it’s happening. I want to compare him to actual diagnosed crazy people and see how he sounds, comparatively. Cuz, hell, after 30 years of exposure, he could be completely batshit and I wouldn’t recognize it. For now, he’s just a “free spirit”. 🙂

I can’t be lured if I don’t understand…

What is the point of gibberish spam? I’m terribly familiar with email and comment spam that wants to sell me something, encourage me to click links, or convince me to hand over my computer’s operations or banking information. But what about the stuff that makes no sense? It might arrive with “words” in the subject – real words that have been finessed to sneak by filters. Like “V1 egraa”. But the contents are pure gibberish. No links, no spiels, not even any real words. What’s the point? Why are people risking massive fines and jail terms to send me meaningless strings of alpha-numeric characters?

I mean, at least send me some awesomely random found poetry. tuberlatexchalicearchipelagotantricarboreal…