Spells!

(and yes, I know, there’s a totally different comparison I could’ve gone for with this, but Twitter already has enough problems going on.)

So, as a kid, I remember watching some movie preview/movie review show on Showtime.  For the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the reviewer now, but he was my first Siskel or Ebert.  I was probably nine or ten, and I was sitting having breakfast.  My go to was Cocoa Wheats (which they don’t even sell in California where I live now, sad as that is).  If you’ve never had them or heard of them, they’re basically a chocolate Cream of Wheat.

Anyway, so my mom had gotten some alternate brand, probably something microwavable now that I think about it.  It was fine, but it tasted kind of “off” in comparison to what I was used to.  Also, keep in mind… I have a very delicate sense of what I eat.  Things put me off of food very quickly, just simple ideas.  My brain creates an association, Boom!, I can’t eat creamed corn for a year.

So, I’m eating my not-Cocoa Wheats, and I’m watching the TV, and they show what is a scene from Pink Floyd’s “The Wall.”  I’m not paying too much attention, I think I might have known the song in passing, but whatever.

The scene goes on, and they have these kids wearing masks on conveyor belts in this big factory, and then they dump into… well, into a giant meat grinder.  And the stuff that comes out, yes, is supposed to be meat (how the sausage is made), but it looks just enough to my breakfast which already tastes wonky to me…  Done.  I’m done eating it, I’m done eating anything pretty much for the rest of that day, maybe the week, maybe my whole life.

And this comic… that’s what it just caused to flash back into my brain.  This thing I have been past for a long time, but now, perhaps, I’m okay with California not selling my once favorite hot breakfast meal.  At least for a little while.

Yick.