I have nothing to post today.

Maybe you've seen the ads for the Hot Wheels PC and the Barbie PC, but did you know that if you purchase the Barbie PC, you don't get the same software? Yup, to make room for more Barbie Fashion Designer and Detective Barbie crap on the Barbie PC, Mattel left off some logic, math, and anatomy software that's found on the Hot Wheels machine. This insidious sexism is so ingrained in our society that the Mattel spokesperson says, "In no way did we intend to slight them by withholding any content that was on the Hot Wheels PC." But you did, you see…you're sending a subtle message that logic and advanced math and anatomy are subjects for boys, whereas fashion is an appropriate arena for girls. Grrrr…this type of stuff makes me so mad! [ny times, registration req.]

Sorry for the short notice: this blog's moving in-house so it may be down for a bit. Of course, if you can read this, "you've been propagated!" [gracias for the quote]

So after polling readers, and ignoring their advice, I dyed my hair blonde. Which turned the ends pink (where it had been bright red before). Which looked really stupid. So yesterday I went to Ingrid, my favorite stylist and told her to cut off all the pink, even if I ended up with very short hair. Which she did. And I ended up with very short, blonde hair. Yesterday I felt like I didn't look like myself anymore, I felt like I was wearing a disguise. But I was thinking about it last night, and more this morning, and I realized that I like it. And I realized that you can't hide when you have short hair.

With really short hair, it's all about your face. If I get a zit, I can't strategically attempt to place some piece of hair over it. If I feel uncomfortable, I can't look down, and have hair cover my eyes. With short hair, your protection is gone. Your face, your head, is exposed for the world to see, in its entirety. My ears stick out now. My forehead seems to have some wrinkles now that the bangs don't cover it. But I like it. It's like you see me now, and I can't hide from you.

Lo Qua Sea is a totally rad Spanish blog, and I love the design. I've been thinking lately of doing a Spanish version of megnut just for the opportunity to practice my Spanish. Would you be interested in reading a Spanish version? Let me know.

[O]ne of every 11 boxes of cereal sold in America is a box of Cheerios! Who knew? Who even likes Cheerios? They get soggy too quickly, and they're not sweet at all. Aren't they sugar third? That's the only kind of cereal we could get in my house when we were little: sugar third. My brother and I had to look at the list of ingredients along the side of the box, and if sugar were the third ingredient listed, that cereal was sugar third, and we could get it. If sugar were listed second, or first, we had to put it back on the shelf. We were always trying to sneak a sugar first cereal into the shopping cart, burying it beneath other groceries, but my mom always spotted it when we got to the check out, and we had to go put it back.

Some yummy (I believe) sugar first and sugar second cereals: Booberry, Count Chocula, Apple Jacks, Cap'n Crunch series.

Silly jack: Trix are for kids, I mean: megnut *is* a vegetarian!

Late at night, Ev as John Travolta makes me laugh.

Have you ever taken a bite of salad (the lettuce part when it's got that fancy "field greens" type lettuce in it) and thought: What the heck am I eating this for? I feel like a rabbit. I feel like I'm eating a leaf from a tree or a low-lying bush.

I finished reading We Die Alone last night. It is the astonishing, and at times inconceivable, true tale of a Norwegian commando's escape from the Nazis in the frigid climes of Arctic Norway during WWII. With the risk of death or deportation to a concentration camp, hundreds of villagers helped Jan Baalsrud reach neutral Sweden. Throughout horrifying conditions that would have killed me within a day, Jan not only survives, but actually returns to Norway *again* to fight for the liberation of his country. It reminded me that in the face of tremendous odds, one person can make a difference, however small the contribution may seem; and that during the lowest moments of our recent history, people have achieved the greatest triumphs.