(Oh, and you should blogstalk Jason Boyett too. He's brilliant.)
See, I spent most of my adolescence* with a certain Newsboys song in my head:
When the toast is burned
And all the milk has turned
And Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the big one finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast in hell
*I also spent most of my adolescence wishing my hair looked like Phil Joel's. Best blond curls ever. He's from the land of Bret, Jemaine and Brooke Fraser. And New Zealanders have to be awesome. It's in their DNA.
I assumed, naturally, that the absence of breakfast in hell alluded to a breakfast utopia in heaven. With streets of Golden Grahams. 'Cause breakfast is important. Even Jesus thinks so.
Jesus said to them, "Come and have breakfast."So I think I'm gonna risk it and anticipate an eternity full of Cheerios. Please bury me with a spoon.
This is me (in Muppet form). I am a cereal girl.