• Hey, did someone mention coffee?

    Drinking coffee is like riding a bike… the longer you go without the bigger kick in the pants you get when you start back up. (I’ll bet you didn’t see that analogy coming.) It goes without saying that the energy level at coffee drinking start up is inversely proportional to bike riding start up, but I hope you still get my point. (It’s a tolerance thing.)

    Today was my first cup since the pre-flu, early days of 2006. It’s just too bad creativity levels are not directly proportional to energy levels. Otherwise this would be a hum dinger of an entry.

    This entry was brought to you, in part; by Bodum… the maker of my Swiss conceived French press coffee maker, assembled in Denmark. Their unofficial slogan is “You can’t get much more European than us.”

  • Reason # 1203 why kids aren’t in charge

    “Dad, I don’t want you to drink coffee.”

  • Waiting

    Waiting room writing is a feature that is surely sorely missed on this site. Today’s entry comes to you courtesy of the hairdresser’s lobby.

    Yes, I am a man. Yes, I am at a hairdresser. Once relegated to the barbers of the world, today’s liberated man can confidently tend to his grooming needs side by side with his women folk. I am the very model of modern masculinity.

    Postscript: The savvy reader will note the prior entry and find that the gig is up. Alright, it’s not like Cheryl asked me to strip and wax the floors (although I’ll bet a little stripping and waxing would be just the thing for our carpets and tile). There’s just something that doesn’t sit well with me in a barber’s chair. Maybe it’s the sitting prone while someone wields objects banned on all domestic and international flights? There’s no reinforced door between the barber and me. It’s mano y mano, and I’m the one practically tied down under a cape. No wonder I’m nervous.