Major Spoilers Question Of The Day: Mahatma Gandhi, The Pancakes And The Dragon – Part VI: The Empire Strikes Back Edition

When I was a child, things were different.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to go off on a tangent of faux-stalgia, asking you to like if you remember the .45 RPM adaptors or whining about the “kids today”, like a dejected Baby Boomer learning how to Facebook.  But as Stephen will tell you, there once was a time when it was your solemn duty as a kid to wake up on Saturdays and eat a big ol’ bowl of Choco-Frosted Sugar Bombs while watching cartoons.  (*I* had a choice of raisin bran, Grape-Nuts or generic flakes of corn, a testament to my Grandmother’s ability to pinch pennies until you could literally hear Honest Abe screaming, a must with a houseful of rotten kids running hither and yon.)  Once I struck out on my own,  I took every opportunity to buy all the Cookie Crisp, Coco Puffs and Frankenberry I wanted, as if somehow anticipating today’s joyless world where one can only buy Boo Berry at Halloween.  Today’s grocery visit included the full spectrum of seasonal Monster cereals, including the long-absentee Frute Brute, as my personal pancreas-shocking bulwark against creeping seasonal affective disorder.  This, in turn, begs a query…

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) is always after yer Lucky Charms, asking: Who’s the best cereal mascot of all time?