Closure, Oprah Style

This past week, I received a letter in the mail from a certain cereal company. This cereal company informed me that they had verified that the foreign object in my cereal was indeed a "stone or rock", and that they hoped they realized they meant no harm. And just to let me know, they gave me more coupons! I suppose there won't be any more coming my way, but what a ride this was.

Danger Where You'd Least Expect It

I remember when the worst worry I had about this place was getting a static electric shock from the rails...

Big thanks to Becky for keeping me afloat on vital news.

This is United States calling, are we reaching...

I like maps. To be more specific, I like atlases. I especially enjoy looking at the city populations and comparing them to each other. Okay, so maybe that doesn't sound like EVERYBODY'S fun time, but it is to me.

So one might think I'd be excited about participating in an NSF funded census about recent college graduates. Well, I was...but I procrastinate sometimes. So finally, a few months after the initial packet, after reminder after reminder had been sent, I finally filled it out and sent it back.

A few days later, my sister-in-law gets a call from the U.S. Census Bureau asking if she could have me call them. I call them to find that they were just wondering if I had gotten my packet in the mail, because they thought maybe it had gone to the wrong address (actually, it DID go to my former residence). I told them I had already sent it, but it probably hadn't arrived yet.

I still like the census...but it seems like they have some self-esteem issues. I wonder if they wait by the phone, and then wonder if they just missed my call when they were home.

Cereal Stowaway Update

I recently received a packet from a certain breakfast cereal manufacturer which contained an envelope to return the "sample", mentioned in the previous entry, in, along with some nice coupons for more cereal, hopefully minus rocks.

The Dangers of Breakfast

Early last week, I had myself a bowl of cereal. You might think that's not very exciting, and it shouldn't have been. But as luck would have it, it was quite a breakfast. I won't name the cereal in question directly, but I will show a censored image of it.

Fig. 1: A censored image of the grief-causing cereal
(NOTE: not the actual one)

As I was eating this so-called "cereal", I began chewing on something very hard. It was a rock. Now I don't have an actual picture of the rock, and my last intent is to exaggerate how this essentially ruined my breakfast that morning and, for the most part, my life. I have attempted to reach someone about my concerns of what was in one of those "two scoops", but I have yet to hear back from anyone.

This incident truly was the rock in the raisin br...er, "cereal" of life.