I can't recall the last time I made coffee in my office, but I think we'd all agree that it's been some time. There are now velvety circles of greenish-white mold gracing the top of the approximately 1.5 cups of old, rancid coffee that remain. I'd been operating under the assumption that the coffee pot was actually cleaned after the last use. The level of the coffee in the pot corresponds precisely to the bottom of the metal band at the bottom of the pot, hence when there isn't mold growing on top of the coffee, the black coffee just kind of blends in with the black coffee pot making the whole thing look clean and empty. But now the mold has reared its ugly head. Yes, the coffee pot will soon be cleaned and it will be just like the digusting mold never had a chance to establish a thriving civilization on the surface of old, long-forgotten coffee. But it's still nasty. Had I cleaned the coffee pot when I thought I cleaned it (ie, immediately after the last use), the cleaning would have been far simpler. Now that it's actually dirty I'm going to have to really take the time and do a thoroughly good job. Not that I particularly mind, as I have nothing but time for the +/- 8 hours I spend here each day. But I must pace myself. For if I start washing the pot right away, I'll have nothing to do later in the afternoon, and for me the 4 o'clock hour is one of the most mind-numbingly boring hours of my workday, so waiting until four would be highly advisable. And, really, that coffee pot's been dirty for the better part of a month, so another hour or so isn't going to make a damn bit of difference. I'll appreciate the opportunity to actually do something worthwhile and welcome the sense of accomplishment that comes with seeing the clean, mold-free coffee pot gleaming in the fluorescent light of my windowless office. It's just that I wish I didn't have to have mold festering 6 feet away in order to enjoy this accomplishment. Because, again, that is f-ing nasty. A coffee pot is no place for mold. Mold belongs inside the trailerish-looking walls that enclose my oppressive workspace, and just under the carpet that I toil on each day (that is not a state, federal, local, or made-up holiday or a weekend or a day I take off to escape the drudgery). Not in a coffee pot. Not in a coffee pot.
12:56 PM
Click on the link above to read an obsolete, braying jackass's harebrained commentary and justification for the existence of businesses whose usefulness is highly, highly questionable. Moronic assertions, a hefty dose of holier-than-thou attitude, and arrogant presumptions can also be found therein. This is my favorite: "Second, Mr. Starr falsely suggests that the current system prevents wine-lovers from getting their favorite wines. Consumers today have unprecedented choice through their local retailers, and statistics show most wines sold online are readily available at the corner store." There is no question that the current system prevents me from getting wines that may very well turn out to be my favorites. While my choice through my local retailers might very well be "unprecedented" despite the efforts of the distributors Monsieur Jackass represents, there is no question that there is wine that I want available at prices that are agreeable to me which I cannot get due to the legally-sanctioned extortion of distributors. Since it stands to reason that the most popular wines sold online are vastly popular, it stands to reason that some of them will be available at some corner store, somewhere, at some point in time. Anyone who has sat through a semester of statistics knows that statistics can tell you whatever you want to hear if you massage them enough. And groups such as the one Monsieur Jackass represents spend their days and nights massaging numbers until the numbers spit out what they want to see. This dude sucks. I don't have the strength to address his "impurities" quip in full, but I will say that my confidence in my premium vodka does not come from the fact that some distributor had their greasy paws on it for the sole purpose of adding a few dollars to the price. Wine is best consumed from glasses, yet this dude instead offers up a stinking crock...
