sunday nights are generally 'chores and phone' nights for me. 'chores,' in weeks in which there is an off day and therefore an opportunity to cook dinner, often includes a trip to the grocery store. not just osco, but the real grocery store.

today, i did need to purchase some cereal, and i was about to go purchase my old standby, coco dyno-bites (see related recipe here!), when i noticed something truly wonderful: apparently riding the coattails of last year's phenomenal promotion, post cereals has brought back its major league baseball mini-bobblehead. of course, i chose to purchase the brand name product, fruity pebbles in this case, therefore continuing last year's disturbing trend in which i actually purchase the box of cereal exclusively for the toy inside.

i got jason giambi. bullshit. (expletive not deleted. i'm pissed.)

in other news, i purchased the decemberists' castaways and cutouts, owing to its frequent comparisons to the great neutral milk hotel. the album's opening stanza: "my name is leslie anne levine / my mother birthed me down a dry ravine / my mother birthed me far too soon / born at nine and dead at noon" (italics reprinted from lyric booklet). i'm not expecting mangum, but that certainly is mangumesque.