Happy New Year's Eve everyone. May the best of 2007 be the worst of 2008!
This was just forwarded to me by faithful cerebral drool reader Joshua and it was worth sharing:
http://www.slate.com/id/2180301/pagenum/all/
Apparently there is hope for the coffee drinking world of 2008.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Sad Tales from an Addict
I wanted to subtitle this blog entry "A Trip Through DARE Territory for Kids whose Schools have Cheaped out And Cut Drug Resistance Programming", but it seemed a little lengthy. Besides, my kind of addiction wouldn't have been covered.
My predicament: my car is stuck in my neighbor's driveway. How it became stuck is a long, sorry story about what happens when you take a sub compact car and keep in on unpaved, iced over driveways in back woods Vermont. To keep things short I'll summarize - I slid backwards down the series of lanes I live off of into my neighbor's driveway and there my car sits in deep freeze. I called AAA last night thinking that since I had paid for towing service, they'd tow my car. I was apparently mistaken. The tow guy took one look at the series of lanes, decided if he went down there he was never getting out, and promptly drove away. Poor car. It's so lonely. I have a plan to get it out with a friend's truck tomorrow, but for now, I'm woefully separated from my automotive appendage. I just don't feel whole.
Anyway, that was the back story. The front story is that I had to get a lift into work today which meant I left in a hurried panic and had no time for coffee. That made me sleepy and angry. So I got to work sleepy and angry and cursing the fates since I realized our coffee maker here was busted. Did I let that stop me? Heck NO! I pity the fool who comes between an addict and her drug of choice. Actually, I pity the coffee maker since I spent a half an hour dismantling the coffee maker innards all over the kitchen counter and rebuilt it using a combination of screws and duct tape. Turns out there was a lever that was supposed to engage when the coffee carafe sat on the burner. Since we had replaced the carafe (who knew you weren't supposed to leave glass on a heating element?), the lever was no longer engaging. So I jerry rigged it. The good news - I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee in my hand. The bad news - I have a few left over parts that I'm not sure what to do with. Anyone in the market for a couple of white plastic doohickeys with no obvious purpose?
Alas, my car is still stuck, but I am caffeinated. The end.
My predicament: my car is stuck in my neighbor's driveway. How it became stuck is a long, sorry story about what happens when you take a sub compact car and keep in on unpaved, iced over driveways in back woods Vermont. To keep things short I'll summarize - I slid backwards down the series of lanes I live off of into my neighbor's driveway and there my car sits in deep freeze. I called AAA last night thinking that since I had paid for towing service, they'd tow my car. I was apparently mistaken. The tow guy took one look at the series of lanes, decided if he went down there he was never getting out, and promptly drove away. Poor car. It's so lonely. I have a plan to get it out with a friend's truck tomorrow, but for now, I'm woefully separated from my automotive appendage. I just don't feel whole.
Anyway, that was the back story. The front story is that I had to get a lift into work today which meant I left in a hurried panic and had no time for coffee. That made me sleepy and angry. So I got to work sleepy and angry and cursing the fates since I realized our coffee maker here was busted. Did I let that stop me? Heck NO! I pity the fool who comes between an addict and her drug of choice. Actually, I pity the coffee maker since I spent a half an hour dismantling the coffee maker innards all over the kitchen counter and rebuilt it using a combination of screws and duct tape. Turns out there was a lever that was supposed to engage when the coffee carafe sat on the burner. Since we had replaced the carafe (who knew you weren't supposed to leave glass on a heating element?), the lever was no longer engaging. So I jerry rigged it. The good news - I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee in my hand. The bad news - I have a few left over parts that I'm not sure what to do with. Anyone in the market for a couple of white plastic doohickeys with no obvious purpose?
Alas, my car is still stuck, but I am caffeinated. The end.
Monday, December 17, 2007
See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Drink No Evil?
And lo, the snows came again:
It began snowing Saturday night and didn't stop until early Monday morning. Normally this would have metaphorically killed me, but luckily I was holed up for the weekend in a lovely apartment in Burlington conveniently located above a coffee shop and a bar (Josh and Selene are lucky I left at all...).
And fortunately for all of us, there was monkey wine. Ahem, excuse me - evil monkey wine. Three liters of evil monkey wine to be exact. Observe:
It's wine in a box, it has monkeys on the cover, and it's called Pinot Evil. It incorporates my love of wine, puns, and cardboard as a vessel for liquid. I mean, come on people. It's evil monkey wine. Let us rejoice.
It began snowing Saturday night and didn't stop until early Monday morning. Normally this would have metaphorically killed me, but luckily I was holed up for the weekend in a lovely apartment in Burlington conveniently located above a coffee shop and a bar (Josh and Selene are lucky I left at all...).
And fortunately for all of us, there was monkey wine. Ahem, excuse me - evil monkey wine. Three liters of evil monkey wine to be exact. Observe:
It's wine in a box, it has monkeys on the cover, and it's called Pinot Evil. It incorporates my love of wine, puns, and cardboard as a vessel for liquid. I mean, come on people. It's evil monkey wine. Let us rejoice.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tales from the Airport
I'm a collector of oddities, wherever I find them. In keeping with that, I always collect interesting phrases I hear in public - my favorites being ones overheard in airports. As I sat in Reagan National Airport Tuesday night, I couldn't help but archive these gems:
"I have a philosophical aversion to people using cell phones in bathrooms. It's just not done in polite society."
and:
"(speaker 1) Are you going to Ohio?
(speaker 2) Well, no, I'm not.
(speaker 1) Oh, how surprising!
(speaker 2) Really? Why?
(speaker 1) I don't know. You just seem like you're going to Ohio"
People are an endless source of fascination, amusement and disappointment.
"I have a philosophical aversion to people using cell phones in bathrooms. It's just not done in polite society."
and:
"(speaker 1) Are you going to Ohio?
(speaker 2) Well, no, I'm not.
(speaker 1) Oh, how surprising!
(speaker 2) Really? Why?
(speaker 1) I don't know. You just seem like you're going to Ohio"
People are an endless source of fascination, amusement and disappointment.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
In the Doldrums
It's been snowing for three days. For one and a half of those days I couldn't get my car up the steep incline of my driveway and was stuck in my apartment with no heat. Most of the rest of my time has been spent working, besides the occasional and delightful after work coffee break. These kind of weeks make me wonder what the hades I'm doing in this place.
So here is my to do list:
I'm currently taking applications for anyone who would like to join me in any of the three.
So here is my to do list:
I'm currently taking applications for anyone who would like to join me in any of the three.
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