cheerios: The "Malcolm" story that is blowing my mind the most right now isn't even on the show-- it's that "Dewey" loves college at Harvard so much that despite being offered money, attention, and a congenial cast that's fond of him, he'd rather do that.(I *hoped* that's what college would feel like, but there is not enough "So not," in the Four Corners area to cover the gap between my wishes and what I got.)And at least, I didn't build a career or anything(Someday I hope to close that particular "bitter" tag, but...) Not to sound anti-intellectual or too process-oriented or anything, but everything he passed up there is most of what I went to college to have, even as I respect his dedication to a discipline(Possibly English lit) and not chasing shiny objects and so forth.