Who cares? I’ll drink it anyway.
No, wait. That’s not the proper scientific attitude. In that attitude: Coffee just might be good for you. Under certain circumstances. Maybe.
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I don’t drink coffee. My wife does.
So far, I’ve lived five years longer than her. Sometimes the gap narrows to four for a few months, October to February, when she has her birthday.
Ergo, coffee stunts your age if not your growth.
Grandma Marrs told me coffee would stunt my growth so I wanted until my 30s to drink it and now I’m making up for lost time. Excuse me: I have to go get another cup. Mr. DJ worries that I mostly favor dried-out ol’ gas station coffee over the fancy-pants stuff. Mr. DJ is right.
What do you mean “maybe?”
Doubter!
Heretic!
You need to get to the closest coffee house and immediately consume two double-shot espressos, (latte them if you must), of authentic Italian roast. Fair trade organic shade grown if available, but given the emergency at hand, a better than average commercial blend would suffice.
Steer clear of street vendors and drive-thru’s, (the evangelicals), and proceed to a true house of worship, a nice Italian place or even a green-hippy oriented room where you can sit and partake of the full spiritual experience, the sights…the smells….the relaxation one can achieve…..just prior to getting your ass blown out of the chair by a 600 load of concentrated, and tasty, caffeine.
Scones are allowed, biscotti…fresh biscotti…is a doable alternative.
I’m firing up the pump right now and I’ll attempt to reach out through the Greater Caffeine Consciousness in support….at least until my ass gets blown out of the chair………
There’s one coffee house in Montgomery, and it’s within walking distance of my home.
Great sandwiches and gelato. I leave the coffee drinking to my wife.
http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/225/1094095/restaurant/Cafe-Louisa-Montgomery
I don’t go to coffee shops with cutsie-poo names like “Common Ground” and crap like that. I go to Bill’s Auto Serve and pour me up a nasty cup from a glass pot turned brown over generations of making bad coffee. And I load it up with sugar and cream (the kind in those lil’ plastic tubs suits me fine) until it tastes like a Snickers bar. There is no infidelity here. My heart belongs to coffee.
My parents are trying to open a coffee/prayer house and they are total coffee snobs (I take credit for that having worked in a non-chain coffee shop in college, about the time my mom started drinking coffee) so anyway, they get bulk prices from a local roaster and pass the savings to me! Hooray! Right now I’m working on a fair-trade, organic Sumatra roast that was in my stocking.
Coffee and prayers and scones will attract customers like Leftover and me.
But heavy on the scones.
My mom makes great scones.
I’ll let them know but they would only try to draw you two in to convert you to the *right* Christianity.
For a scone? I’ll sing like a boid.
If there’s scones to be had, I’d snuggle in between Newt and Mikey for some conversation.
See, I can respect a coffee drinker like Leftover. He gets his favorite brew, sits down, nice and relaxed, and spends some time at peace slurpin’ on a cup. I see the Dunkin’ Donuts crowd that blocks the road to get to the drive-thru, drinking their fancy brew in the car while they put on make-up, yap on the cell phone or reading a book when they should be driving.
Have a double-shot expresso on me, my friend. I’m good for it!
My husband ran into one of those types today. A corporate looking woman who was horrible to the baristas and holding up the line. All because SHE didn’t use her frequent buyer card right. Very power-trippy, like they should be doing everything in their power to please her. You know, because they make a whole 6.50 an hour.
I am not pleasant to those people. I believe they will pay for it next life, if not this one. I always figure you can judge someone by how they treat people they think of as “the help.”
The official drink of the insomnia and sleep-apnea crowd. Tea for me!
Amen on tea! At the moment I have English breakfast, Earl Grey (our daughter gave me a 100-count bag, something I’ve never seen in a supermarket), green tea with jasmine, mint, and a few other odds and ends.
It’s Chai Tea for me in the afternoons these days. A good black tea ginger or jasmine based blend.
And then either chammomile-peppermint or lemon-ginger herbal tea before bed.
I wish I drank tea. Cool people drink tea.
When I drink tea-it’s Earl Grey as well…I don’t know why but drinking tea on an empty stomach always ends up hurting me. I can drink a gallon of coffee with cream or black…and I am fine.
For $1.68 I get the 24 ouncer at 7-Eleven…heading there now before I workout…it’s a nice way to get pumped before I exercise. The nice thing about 7/11 coffee is that you get to control it…it always seems like at DD or McDonalds they never get the cream/coffee mixture correct. If my 7/11 coffee is not perfect-it’s all my fault.
If you enjoy coffee, the next time you drive near a 7/11 give them a second chance…fresh, hot, and a great price.
Will do, though I think 7/11s are a little clean for my tastes.
You remind me of my father.
He used to love to take us on camping trips. He said it was the only time he got a decent cup of coffee.
In a large pot he would put about a gallon of water and set in on the campfire to boil. Once boiling he would take it off the fire and dump a small can, I think about a pound and a half, of Folgers directly into the water. Once the grounds had settled to the bottom, he would “dip and serve.”
He drank it straight. No sugar. No milk.
He called it “GI Joe.”
Anything left over was usually saved for cleaning solvent.
Wow. A man after my own heart…
There is more tannic acid in tea.
That upsets tummies, doesn’t it?
It’s a good embalming fluid, keeps me well preserved.
Coffee or tea on an empty stomach is not a good thing. I manage to get some yogurt or a banana in me while the pump heats up.
It’s weird, if I eat a banana on an empty stomach I puke. Every time. I tried once to eat it in my cheerios and still puked but if I eat the cereal and THEN the banana I’m fine.
TMI?
Not at all. I can cross my eyes and I used to be able to burp on command. TMI? It’s these little details that make us fascinating, I think.
That’s how I feel about TMI as well. I’m an open book.
My favorite thing is for someone to tell me something they think is gross, and then they apologize and I have to explain that I grew up with two older brothers and nothing — NOTHING — grosses me out.
I’m the same way with oranges. And apples.
I love them but I have to have something on the stomach before eating one.
Never had any problem with bananas.
This is kind of off-topic but it’s late and I feel like sharing: I would rather have a broken bone than an upset stomach. I can’t stand to puke. If I get a stomach virus, I’m more than miserable. I’m pathetic.
Reading about upset stomachs on my mobile phone, while in the car is making me feel queasy.
What’s TMI?
You’re not driving are you, Jac?
Too Much Information
Crack the window and focus on the horizon, Jac.
Puking SUCKS. I puked the other night and it was AWFULLLLL.
I will get up and leave my body to avoid it.
I posses a cast-iron stomach. Last time I “Hurled” was in 1971, and cheap scotch was involved.
I believe that’ll do it every time.
vegas, you must really want to eat bananas to keep trying like that. Do you know why they bother you?
I have no idea. But it’s such a perfect morning food, especially if you are working out early or something. That’s why I kept trying I guess.
I hope not. I’m on the road this morning with a large french vanilla coffee in one hand and my mobile device in the other. (No I’m not the one driving)
…meaning I hope coffee is NOT BAD for you. I’m certain it’s good for me.
Are you bringing us back a souvenir? I collect rocks.
I prefer original artwork, preferably something that well represents the region where it was bought.
If you can’t find rocks, I’ll take original artwork, too, thanks.
Like this?
http://soloroadtrip.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/18gibralter_650.jpg
That would be good, but I’m not sure that would fit on my counter.
Sorry, no souvie this time. No rocks and no original artwork. I could draw a picture of what I saw today (an original) and send it to you. Then you could post it so everyone could have an original print. I did walk past a lifesized Jesus in a glass covered box outside someone’s condo. It was a little creepy. I won’t draw that.
I do have a souvenier from a past trip but I’m slow on the delivery. It’s not a rock-sorry.
I’m fine with that. Where was Jesus In a Box, though? Might be time for a pilgrimmage. Cynical? You in?
Not sure exactly- somewhere in Brooklyn, within walking distance of Daffy’s. While in a little market, I was admiring a bunch of signs behind the counter. It turned out the owner was nearby and we started chatting and he pointed out his two favorites. One that stuck with me was “Do unto others before they do unto you” – The Silver Rule
Silver Rule. Nice! You have to love Brooklyn and all things from there.
I came up with the “Silver Rule” label, but since I was in Brooklyn you could say that too was from Brooklyn.
Nice!
“Might be time for a pilgrimmage. Cynical? You in?”
Car’s gassed up ‘n’ everything. Lemme grab a diet coke.
I’ll be out front…
Got any cookies?
I have that and Wockenfus candy, the dark-chocolate kind.
Jesus in a box reminds me of a highly inappropriate Justin Timberlake SNL sketch.
Have you seen our Jesus? Have I mentioned it here? More than thrice?
http://eviljwinter.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/heshuge.jpg
The photoshop stuff you can find around the internet are HILARIOUS.
But Justin didn’t have Jesus in a box, did he? I remember that. He also has a funny one about being a mother-lover. And what’s with your Jesus? Is he coming up for air?
Nope, no Jesus in Justin’s box. Though I’m willing to bet some girls would beg to differ.
I cannot believe I just made that joke in polite-ish company. I’ll take my demerit.
The Giant Jesus jokes are endless. Just in grabbing that image I ran across one picture of three guys making the M, C and A. And another that looks like a Subway ad, “Five dollar footlongs”
I’d go with the five dollar footlongs, yeah. And this is only polite-ish company and it’s late and the kids are in bed. I loved that Justin T. and whoever was his partner could sing that song without cracking up.
“I cannot believe I just made that joke in polite-ish company.”
Whoops, did Ms. Manners just walk in or something?
I was gonna say “polite” but I didn’t know if there were actual polite people here who would be offended being called “polite” so I went with the -ish instead.
This is my brain, you’re welcome.
So long as we only have to visit your brain for short spans, I’m cool with that. I wish I had the option of short-term visits to my own brain, as opposed to this long-term thing I have going.
Yeah. She’s sitting right here in my a–crack. See? Polite-ish, my a–.
Was the Jesus in a box on SNL like Jack in the Box fast food? I think I missed that one.
It was not a Jesus. It was a penis, known by its street name. There. I think I handled that nicely, except “handled that nicely” in this case could be considered a really ignit pun.
Gibraltar, wow! Somehow I never realized it was surrounded by so much flatness.
I wanna see it for real, now.
He called it “GI Joe.”
Also called
“Cowboy Coffee.”
Yumm…that’s what we called it, too. And it was naaaasty. And potent.
battery is almost dead-Goodnight friends
I’m not driving BTW
MWAH! Safe trip!
Glad you’re not driving! TTFN
My battery died in the middle of this last night.
BTW- I.wasn’t driving-Mr Jac was driving.
For your computer? Not your car, I hope. My computer battery lasts about 10 minutes.
phone battery
Hey it looks like my last message did make it through. I wasn’t sure since I hit enter and then the phone died immediately.
With its last gasp, it sent the message through to your friends. Lassie as phone battery. I’ve been watching too much television, I fear.