coffee

Latte digs

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16 August 2011

I had a latte today.

For readers not familiar with lattes*, they (the lattes, not the readers, although I don’t mean to make assumptions) are whipped, heated cow pus, caramel, two heavily beaten coffee beans and two scoops of sour cream. Yum.

I drank the beverage and felt like I had eaten fifteen bags of jellybeans inside twenty doughnuts. (I think the jellybeans were in the doughnuts. I was not.)

I sank into bloated depression.

Then the two coffee beans kicked in and I felt good.

So GF and I walked home. On Metro, nothing exciting occurred as far as I could tell. GF said one ginger-domed dude was being a grade-A hole to another passenger who may have been:

A. His sister

B. His friend

C. His cousin

D. His girlfriend

E. His mother

F. His holographic projection of insecurity

G. Fab Morvan (yes, that Fab Morvan)

Will the mystery ever be solved?

Earlier this week, the post held my final stack of comic books from Night Flight Comics. DC Comics is restarting their comics by issuing 52 #1 titles (the titles are literally numbered “one”). I don’t agree with the choice. I think some of the ideas look great, but restarting some of the series annoys me as a longtime reader (first time caller).

I just reread what I wrote and am too bored by it to continue my thoughts.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s brand new Cone Alone.

 

*For my Southern audience

 

Streams of consciousness

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10 August 2011

I drink copious amounts of beverages. I drink Mountain Dew, Coke Zero (thanks to a former intern who turned me on to it), water, tea, coffee and more throughout the day.

I pee. Frequently.

Today, I went to pee and for some reason (you can probably guess the reason) I utilized a stall (not the sweet skateboarding move) rather than a urinal in the bathroom for male-identified people at my office. While I was in there, someone entered another stall.

Within 13 seconds, the unidentified person and I were urinating concurrently (literally, “with similar streams” in the Latin). I spent the next 34 seconds stifling a chuckle.

The person left the stall, turned on the water in the sink (I couldn’t see if they actually washed their hands), turned off the water in the sink, grabbed paper towels, crumpled them and exited the bathroom.

For a few brief moments, our streams were simultaneous, our flows one chorus ringing in the frequently churning waters of the loo lake.

It was synchronici-pee.

Sunday is coffee cake day Charlie Brown

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24 July 2011

In February or March of 2010, I was on my way out of Salt Lake City. I left my job at Planned Parenthood Action Council and took up a temporary position at the Tracy Aviary. I knew I was on my way out of the city in my move back east, but I still had no specific clue as to how my life would look.

So, GF’s parents were kind enough to let me stay with them for a while prior to my transition from the West to DC.

I have many great memories of that time. First of all, I was not working (which hurts a little bit now on the financial front), but I did get the chance to relax, watch television, play video games and simply sit and speak with GF’s family. I remember feeling safe and at home in such a welcoming family environment.

While I had the opportunity to eat many tasty food dishes, one of my favorites was GF’s dad’s coffee cake.

Today, we brought that tradition to our neck of the woods.

After a quick phone call to Utah to clarify some instructions, I took to whipping up my first attempt at the dish. I think it turned out quite well, mainly due to GF eating more than one piece. The best compliment.

Out of the oven and on the stove to cool.

Corner piece with home-made coffee mug from AJ.

I was quite pleased with the dish as well, especially when paired with fresh coffee in a mug GF’s brother made in pottery class. The combination is what I love most about Sundays. Sitting around with homemade breakfast and fresh coffee, while watching television or simply talking about life with a close friend.