“Breakfast, Anyone?”

Friday Five
1. What was your favorite breakfast cereal when you were a kid? I tend to stick with just one cereal for years at a time. The earliest I remember was Cocoa Krispies. I liked how it turned my milk chocolate. (I still love chocolate milk!) It always got soggy when I was drinking the milk around the rice puffs, though, and soggy rice is gross, so many Krispies wound up in the trash can.
2. What is the best toy/prize you ever got in a box of cereal or because of sending in UPC�s? I don’t think I was ever allowed to send in UPC’s. There were some very cool prizes, but I don’t remember any.
3. How do you take your eggs (scrambled, over easy, egg beaters)? Scrambled, always. Sometimes with cheese, sometimes in ham-and-cheese omelette form, but scrambled is my favorite. Any kind where I can see an intact yolk just looks gross. I never wanted to eat the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, which is why my mom stopped boiling them for me.
4. What is your favorite breakfast meat (bacon, ham, sausage)? Bacon. I actually like turkey bacon a lot, but the regular kind is good, too.
5. What is your favorite spot (local or chain restaurant) for breakfast and where is it located? I’m almost never out at breakfast time. I had a McGriddle from McDonald’s once, and it was yummy. I usually have IHOP for dinner — which is fine by me. Breakfast is good all day long.

I have spent most of the beginning of this break right here, in front of my computer. DSL is so wonderful.

I slept through church on Sunday. I woke up around 10, realized what had happened, and felt terrible. I’d been doing so well, going every Sunday since the beginning of Lent. I enjoy going to church now. When we lived in Germany, my mom and I started going to church. I was in classes to make my confirmation in two years, so we figured we should show up in church. Our initial stimulus for going may not have been the best, but we went, and we enjoyed it. Father Pat’s homilies were a lot like Fr. Bill’s are. When you can laugh and worship at the same time, that’s when church becomes fun. I’m not big on getting up early on a weekend morning, but I can deal. So, all of that is what made me feel so bad. And the Gospel was John 3:16; I would’ve liked to hear someone’s homily for that. I read a few I found online, but it’s not the same.

On Wednesday, I drove Megan and Stephanie to see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. I wanted to see it, and being out early meant we could go in the middle of the day. Hello, matinee price. It’s embarrassing to admit, but we were actually in the wrong theater for a long time. Stephanie thought to check her ticket, so we made it to the right theater before the movie started. I’d been busy killing time explaining some Star Wars basics to them. I don’t know a whole lot, and I don’t remember much of Return of the Jedi, but I have seen them all now. Anyway, Revenge of the Sith was cool. I hated Hayden Christensen’s hair. The longish, guy-bob haircut works on a lot of guys, but not him. It just looked messy. Not even just-rolled-out-of-bed, tousled, fashionable messy. Just regular messy. I also disliked the continuity. It’s one thing to wrap up all the loose ends in the last movie of a series, but Sith is meant to segue directly into the original, A New Hope. I keep thinking of the next generation. Someday, our children will watch all six Star Wars movies, all in a row. Half the mysteries from the original trilogy will be completely obvious. They’ll know Luke has a twin, Leia, who was adopted by Senator Organa. They’ll know Darth Vader is Luke’s father — not because “I am your father” is pop-culture, but because they saw it in Sith. It’s fine that they’ll know what happened to Padme and why Vader wears the costume and wheezes like that (which was so creepy), but revealing the twins and the patrimony too early unsettled me.

I finally finished the book I started over winter break, The Year of Secret Assignments, by Jaclyn Moriarty. It was nice, especially after a semester of stodgy European literature. I managed to read an entire book yesterday, The Writing Life, by Ellen Gilchrist. I checked out a stack of books from the library for my annotated bibliography, so I figured I should read them while I have them. I at least skimmed them all for my paper, but the goal was to actually read them.

I cooked dinner last night. I use the term “dinner” very loosely. I can’t really cook, so when I get conned into doing it, it’s either breakfast or something very easy, and always food I like. I have to make it, so I’m going to at least make something I want. I went with waffles and scrambled eggs. Relatively quick, very easy, and I learned not to overfill the waffle iron. We were going to have a “fend for yourself” night (where everyone makes whatever they want, or gets someone to make it for them, in Ryan’s case), but I was only reading, so I said I’d cook. I figure, if I volunteer before my mom decides I’m “not doing anything,” she’ll be more likely to leave me alone.

I watched Star Trek: The Next Generation with my dad on Monday, forgoing Buffy. FX had already made it through seasons six and seven, so they were showing Chosen, and I just saw that in ARHU. Now they’re back to season one, and I’ve seen those rerun at least three times, so I’ve been watching ST in my usual Buffy slot. I haven’t seen any of the ST series in a long time. My favorite is Voyager, but Spike TV’s syndication rights for that don’t start for another year, so I have to be content with TNG and Deep Space Nine. Lots of Worf the Angry Federation Klingon. Anyone else find it a little offensive that the angriest race in the galaxy is composed (almost?) entirely of black people? So I watch Dawson’s Creek, then TNG, then I get on with my day. It’s weird having days that begin in mid-afternoon, but I prefer it to getting up before the sun. (The summer sun rises early, but still.)

I’ve continued on my mission to make a personal archive of all my online journal entries. This is an ambitious task. I’ve had this blog for almost three years. My Blogger post count has been stuck on 365 for months. Adding in the private entries I occasionally post to my LJ, I have over four hundred entries to spell-check, download, and format into the little viewer I built. I’m also considering piling them into yearly ASCII files, for long-term storage. The Washington Post’s Sunday Source had an article a while ago about how to save various formats for future generations, and they suggested going with the simplest file format that’s still accessible. It’s the same concept behind converting home movies on VHS to DVD. My archive project was originally meant to make all my entries accessible even when I wasn’t online. Now that’s not as much of an issue, but I hate leaving things unfinished. Except novels. But that’s another problem entirely.

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