As I was pouring myself a bowl of breakfast this morning, something odd came out of the box. At first I was confused, then I realized that there was some sort of publicity advertisement on the bottom of the box, promising a "prize" of sorts in the box of cereal.
I looked at the toy, looked at the box, and cried a little for the past. I'm old. How in God's name did I reach a point in my life where I managed to purchase and consume an entire box of cereal without realizing there was a toy inside? 15 years ago I would've been all over a Shark Tale video game, no matter how crappy the LCD display is. In fact, the offer of a prize at the bottom of the box would've been a significant factor for me in deciding what brand to buy.
I tried to regain some of my lost youth playing it. However I quickly realized that the game was too simple to be enjoyable, and I have no idea what the hell Shark Tale is anyway. So much for that.
In other news, The White Stripes' new cd is fantastic. I didn't realize this, but Jack White did a lot of stuff on the Cold Mountain soundtrack, which is amazing.
Time for my old ass to get back to work. I'm still doing stuff for Prof. X (quite happily might I add), but I havent' done anything for two weeks. I feel bad, but OCI really is sucking away most of my energy and time right now.