headlong coffee rush

I have a moka pot (AKA caffettiera or Bialetti) that makes six little cups of espresso. I like to make each batch at capacity, pour all six into one coffee mug, and start my day that way. I might ought to stop doing that, but once in awhile I enjoy it very much. The rush can be nice unless I’m in the middle of Charlotte traffic or the like, then I have to do mental calming maneuvers.

One time I ordered a large iced coffee in a bookstore. It was so good that I gulped it down. Before I left the store, I stopped myself a couple of times by thinking, “did I just scream?” ☕ 😱

do a lotta evil

Google does not like a semi-anonymized VPN connection making me solve 14 CAPTCHAS in a row before permitting me to log in. I would not have done so many, but I got curious how long it would go on.

The digital overlords have gotten so…

lonely carts club

Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than a
Owner of a broken cart

Cast off
May they one day again know the feeling of weight on their bearings
The loving grip of a shopper’s hands
And never get a flappy wheel

 

 

wine

I’m liking these California zinfandels (the two outer bottles). They dance around on the tongue, flame the sinuses, and seem quite boozy.  It’s a lotta fun from grapes.