Nicolas Cage stole my Cheerios!

As some of you might know, I work in a charity bookstore, and there is also a Movie section where we both rent and sell dvds. I love cinema, and so I became somehow in charge of the movie stuff. But every time I see a film by Nicolas Cage or Kevin Costner in the shelves, I shudder.

I don't care if they're good or bad people. I don't hate them as a person because I don't know them, or search for mean gossip about them, but I simply can't stand them, in any of the movies they've made. I even have a childhood trauma with Kevin Costner. 

It was one of my fellow classmates's birthday, and her parents decided to invite us all to the cinema. To see The Postman. What kind of parents take a group of 8 year old kids to see such a horrible, boring movie?!?! Look what you did to me. The fact that they didn't buy us popcorn was even worse, because I couldn't do anything to distract myself. I realized I had a plastic frog in my pocket, and started chewing on it out of desperation. I ended up eating the whole frog, which was one of my favorites! (Yes, I collected plastic frogs when I was little, still have them somewhere). Since then, whenever I see Kevin Costner I feel a shakey stomach, sudden boredom, cold sweat, stress, and an overwhelming fear of loosing any more frogs. 

Same thing goes for Nicolas Cage. His face is creepy and boring at the same time. (How did he learn to do that?) And so, I have never managed to finish any of his movies -I stopped trying long time ago-. The thing with him is not as serious as it is with Kevin Costner, but he slightly creeps me out with those big blue eyes and scary facial proportions. It's disquieting.

It's not surprising that if my subconscience has to create a villain in any of my dreams, that would either be Mr. Cage or Mr. Costner. This time, my mind decided to be benevolent and chose Nicolas Cage over Kevin Costner to be the evil person that stole my Cheerios and ran away with them while laughing like crazy (please, click, it's worth it!). And since it's not that easy to find Cheerios in Spain (or it wasn't until some months ago), I cherish them like small golden crispy treasures and really make an effort to ration them efficiently. I woke up being really, really upset. And yes, I'm aware that in the drawing it doesn't look that much like Nicolas Cage, but luckily I don't make a living out of this!