Poor Cheerios (11/18/1998)
Cheerios are great. And no, I'm not talking about the plain ones or that multi-grain crap. Honey-nut, all the way, baby. I can get sick of them real quick if I eat them all the time, but with moderation, Honey-Nut Cheerios are great.

I always feel sorry for that last little 'O' though, that last little guy that's in the milk the very longest. He isn't too cheery looking.... he's not a cheerio. He's more like a little Sad-O. All soggy, neglected, and gross. Sometimes he even gets thrown out, just because people figure, "Hell, I've consumed the bulk of my meal, it's not worth spending all that time maneuvering the spoon in position to scoop up those last fiesty little guys that defy the tides and just can't get on the spoon."

Then again, maybe the remaining Sad-Os are the smart guys ... the ones that know how to survive. Perhaps if one were to breed a whole bunch of Sad-Os over many generations, a new class of Cheerios would evolve, a class of Cheerios that would run away from the spoon and defy consumption.

Hmmm.... cereals evolving. Now there's a thought.