Monday, June 28, 2010

A hard earned blog needs a big cold blog: filter, home

This is my end-of-the-day wind-down blog, to recuperate from a hard day's blogging. More specifically, I'm undertaking a pretty extensive rescue operation on my dayblog, and it's taking its toll.

dayblog. n. 1. The blog you write at your dayjob.

It's been written over the last six years, on four computers and three operating systems. Myspace is famously non-supportive of batch-exporting. All things considered, I'm now faced with a barely-navigable Myspace blog, and a whole forest of trees of badly-named directories full of an assortment of similarly-yet-nonsensibly-named files with extensions of .doc, .odf, .odt, .txt, .rtf, .html, and some other mysterious ones with no extensions that seem to be executable. So it's annoying. I'm moving it all to big shiny open source futureproof WPL-friendly importable/exportable wonderplatform WordPress, and by the time I'm done, the keys required to copy and paste will be worn out on my laptop.

I guess all you can learn from this is if the year is 2003 and you plan on starting a blog, think about the future.

Strong Latte, North, Carlton North

Pop quiz, hot shot.
One of your friends is in a precarious on-and-off relationship. Every time it's off, he says good riddance and this time it's definitely over for good. Then three days later, when they get back together, it's like everything's back to normal. Everybody who said what they really thought about the former ex-girlfriend is now wishing they could take it back. But you can't help but think that if more people said what they thought while they were broken up, with that many dissenting voices among people he knows, the guy might start to see that something is up.
He seems happy. Everybody else thinks he's joined a cult. The word "intervention" has come up more than once.
What do you do?
What do you do???

One-Armed Scissor: Latte, home

Ten years ago. Wow.


Sunday, June 27, 2010

Espresso, Lamaro's, South Melbourne

I confirmed my suspicions later on that Mountain Goat is -- to put it diplomatically -- something I don't quite understand the popularity of. Sure, it's local, and their staff get incentives to ride to work, and they're undertaking measures to reduce their environmental impact...but do I want to drink it? Nahh.
Let me know if I'm alone on that front.
Dan put it well when my pot of Goat came out.
"Yeah, that definitely looks like it came out of a goat."

Filter, home

One minute twenty-seven seconds. Eric Dolphy coming in at 2000mph. Keep your arms inside the vehicle.

The Modern Ballcock: Latte, home

Watched The Godfather part one last night.
It's still brilliant. I think I need to watch it again soon though. If you can't summarise the plot in dot-point form, you probably need to watch it again.
It surprised me that in the opening scene, the band at the wedding played the theme from the Godfather.
"Hey, do you guys know the theme to The Godfather?"
"The Godfather."
"Yeah, he's over there. Get in fast. He can't refuse any request on his daughter's wedding day."
"How about you guys?"
"Do you do requests?"
"It just so happens, my daughter's getting married today too."
"Why aren't you there?"
"Got a gig."
It also surprised me that, while planning to pull the ol' plant-the-gun-in-the-toilets move, they refer to the urinal with the chain-flush as "old-fashioned".
Is this historically accurate? I remember those being old-fashioned in the eighties. I'm sure they were old-fashioned when the movie was shot in the early seventies. But it was set in the mid-forties. Were chain-operated elevated cisterns really old-fashioned in the forties too? When were they considered in vogue?

Sorry folks. Don't get too excited. I started googling around, and soon realised that answering this question would require me to understand more than I care to about toilet technology, and use the word "ballcock" in a mature manner. Apologies. I may have to leave this one unsolved.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Latte, home

Oh. You've got to be kidding me.

EDIT: It gets better. This guy is the only person in the world with more spare time than me right now.

Brunetti Stopwatch Challenge: Brunetti, Carlton

5 minutes 38.1 seconds.

Not too bad considering it was Saturday lunchtime rush hour, but I don't think this quite counts, as my order also involved a loaf of bread. That should discount this from being included in the official BSC times.

Gimme some reggae: Latte, home

More from the Don't-Need-My-VCR-To-Watch-This-Anymore-Thanks-To-YouTube department:

Friday, June 25, 2010

Espresso, ABC, Ultimo

I didn't really plan it this way, but somehow this is the third ABC cafeteria I've visited in the last two weeks. Welcome to the ABC in Ultimo. If Sydney has anything over Melbourne*, it's the suburbs that sound like superheroes.

What surprised me about this place was the choice of beans available. Not just different origins and blends, but different suppliers too. I've never run or worked in a café before, but I imagine all those supplier-branded umbrellas and sugar packets and cups have some sort of exclusivity clause attached to them. Use-our-beans-and-cover-everything-in-our-logo-and-you'll-get-free-and/or-cheap-stuff. So I guessed a display like this is kind of like Britney Spears being sponsored by Pepsi but requesting Coca-Cola on her rider:

The ABC simply don't do advertising, and are pretty strict about even showing company logos on screen. For example, next time you watch Rage, you'll notice there's an Adrian Deutsch poster stuck to the side of a computer. It's there to hide the Apple logo. Adrian Deutsch must be loving that**. Maybe coffee supplier logos in the cafeteria have similar restrictions. Still, the result is no compromised interests in your cup, and more choice for the coffee drinker. That impressed me.

What didn't impress me was the pricing. Takeaway: $2.90. Have here: $3.40. A 50c have-here tax. That seems downright backwards in a world where, if anything, we should be giving people an incentive to use less disposable coffee cups. Australian takeaway coffee cup consumption may not quite be the greatest moral challenge of our time, but it must at least make the top ten.

* Remember kids, I said "if".
** The ABC don't see him as a conflict of interest, he gets a free plug, and now I've heard of him. And so have you.

QANTAS, Melbourne to Sydney

Something I've been meaning to write about since the start of the year is that as of 2010, QANTAS have finally moved up to the 1990s and started recycling. When they come down the aisle to collect your empty water bottle and paper cup you will notice that they will be thrown into the appropriate section in the trolley. They've also done away with the ridiculous tray mats that nearly everybody threw straight into the trash anyway.

I'd say I'm glad they're doing it, if it wasn't so mind-bogglingly stupid that they haven't done it sooner. Something tells me it will take a few more decades for them to realise they don't need to serve their coffee in disposable paper cups either.

Latte, home

Oh crikey.
Apologies to Dr J.Mo (aka the founder of the Crikey Jar - put $1 in the jar every time you say "crikey" - it's a good deterrent, just one of the many ways we can help fight ockerdom, though our new PM is setting the ocker bar pretty high) if you're reading, but I just sat down to catch up on the blog (two days later) and it appears I'm eight posts behind. Crikey.

So I have to write something about this coffee I had at about 9.00am on Friday June 25. I remember it like it was yesterday, which is surprising when you consider that it was actually the day before yesterday, but not so surprising as yesterday was a day where I didn't really do much, and so it's pretty easy to remember the events of the day that immediately preceded it. I flew to Sydney at 11.30am, and then back at 8.30pm. That made the day annoying enough. But it was QANTAS in both directions, and I like their coffee, so that made it easier. The return flight wasn't serving hot beverages unfortunately, but did have a free beer/wine service. That offered some consolation, but also made me wish I hadn't just spent $6.95 on a Carlton Draught at the airport.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

"Originals": Strong latte, Cafe Pinocchio, Carlton North

I'll tell you about Pinocchio some other time. There are more pressing matters to attend to:

"Celebrate originality."
Really? That's the slogan you came up with for two minutes' worth of desecrating a 33 year-old movie?
If Star Wars didn't need CGI Jabba the Hutt back in 1997, it sure as hell doesn't need David Beckham now.*
Practise what you preach, Adidas.

* Though I was kind of glad to see Ian Brown.

Spillard: latte, home

Julia Gillard is now the Prime Minister of Australia.
For more details, ask the rest of the internet.

Is that damaged 2UE microphone bothering anyone else? Too many pollies headbutting it out of the way?

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Flight, Foxy Brown, Northcote

The "flight" of coffee at Foxy Brown intrigued me when I saw it on the menu. Basically, they serve up some different beans in an espresso, a piccolo and a ristretto, for $8. Pretty reasonable really. Being able to taste different beans, and extractions, in quick succession is a great way to be able to compare them. The downside is that it involves drinking three coffees in less than twenty minutes. I wouldn't recommend trying it if you don't usually have more than three in one day. You know that feeling you get when you have had more caffeine than you are used to? I used to know that feeling. I don't get it very often these days. But the flight sure reminded me what it's like.

First up: the espresso, with Sumatran Mandheling. You are clear for takeoff.

Then the piccolo, with the Foxy blend (the waitress listed all the beans they use in the blend, but it was a lot harder to remember than just the word "Mandheling"). There's a light and a whistle for attracting attention.

Finally, the ristretto, also with the Foxy blend. Keep your seat upright and your tray-table in the locked position.

I've heard caffeine takes up to an hour to really kick in, so it wasn't until I got home that it all added up and I had finally reached a cruising altitude of 39,000 feet and was free to move about the cabin.

Time for the guru: flat white, home

Spring break. Expect the blog content to change slightly: it's all about guilt-free procrastination. Sure, I was blogging a week ago, but the whole time I knew I had more important things to do. Today, and from now until March really, I have nothing better to do. So I might go to some pretty extreme lengths to get some pointless things done. Did somebody say, "Transcribe the piano solo from Guru Josh's Infinity, aka the worst piano solo ever?" I sure hope so. It comes in at 1m47s:

The only thing that's more badly executed than the last two seconds of that solo is the first thirty-eight.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Short Macchiato, Tre Bicchieri, Carlton North

On my way to my last exam for this semester. Open-book. The only mistake (other than not actually learning anything since the start of the year) you can make is taking too much material in with you, and taking longer than necessary to find what you're looking for. That 800+ page C: the Complete Reference may have been a bad move. Regardless, spring break is imminent. Woo. And I'm deferring next semester as work is getting pretty busy. Did somebody say "eight months of spring break"?

Strong Latte, ABC Studio, Southbank

I really wanted to dump 68 forks in there just to see what the blackboard message would be the next day.

Almost failed: latte, home

You know when there is only a splash of milk left in the carton, and you figure the carton is unrepresentative and you shouldn't judge it until you pour it into the milk jug, and then you pour it in and it still doesn't look like quite enough for one coffee, but you do it anyway because you might as well use it now, and then you realise that the less milk there is the quicker you can heat it, and so you quickly overheat it and are surprised at how hot the jug is and your knuckle smarts with that almost-scalded feeling, and you still pour it into the espresso you just made anyway to justify wasting this much time when you're almost running late, and it doesn't look great but then you drink it anyway because that's preferable to operating heavy machinery under the influence of no caffeine?

Yeah. One of those.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Signs that you probably need to move your router: latte, home

  1. When Wi-Fi reception gets bad, you put your laptop on your knees and back your wheely-office-chair out into the hallway so you have a better chance of picking up the signal from the other end of the house, where the only phone line jack (that you know of) is.

Paul Barry: filter, home

Paul Barry.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

$1 Coffee, 7-Eleven, City

Sunday night at 9.30pm is a bad time to look for coffee in the city, but I figured Brunetti were the most likely to still be open. They weren't, so I walked back up Swanston St, and a few more late-night coffee options sprang up.
Golden Tower? Nahh. They may be open at least 22 hours per day, but the last hot beverage I saw them serve was a bit scary. It was about 3.00am. Yuri ordered a hot chocolate, and as the waiter walked away Kieran said "With a shot of rum!" The hot chocolate came out smelling downright medicinal.
"Sorry, what kind of rum is in there?"
A storm in a teacup. A dark 'n stormy one.
Next, I passed Starbucks. For ethical* reasons, I couldn't go there either.
Then 7-Eleven came up on the right. I remembered hearing on the radio that they now sell coffee for $1. That's the same amount of money I just gave to that guy who busks on theremin. He stopped playing briefly to thank me, then went back to thereming.
I knew that the $1 cup of coffee was something I had to try, if only to serve as a nice addition to the price-versus-quality theme that's dominating the blog at the moment.
Just in case you hadn't heard the price was now $1, they write it on the machine six times:

I pressed the espresso button. It started out promisingly:

However, the last three quarters of the shot seemed to be just hot water. I kept willing it to stop, wondering whether I should just yank the cup out before it was finished. But no, I wanted it to do what it came here to do. Pretty soon, I was left with this:

And the results? Terrible. So bitter, yet so weak. I'm not sure which part of it tasted like coffee. Do yourself a favour: take my word for it. You really do get what you pay for. You might think it's worth spending a dollar to see what it's like, but it's really not worth it. That money is better spent on the theremin busker, or the guy who made a steel drum out of a gas bottle.

* Did you know that every cent spent at Starbucks makes it less likely that they'll close all their Melbourne stores and leave us in peace?

ThankYouTube: Espresso, home

There are a few things I still have on VHS. Some of them were taped off TV possibly fifteen years ago, and I hung onto them because I figured that was the only place I could watch them just in case I wanted to in the future. That kind of thinking resulted in a Safeway bag full of videos that may or may not still work, but follow me every time I move house and eventually get stored up the back of, or on top of, a cupboard somewhere. But these days there's an easier way to watch them.

Thank you, YouTube. Now I don't even have to go and plug in the VCR.

Girl Lit Up: Latte, home

Australian Crawl - Boys Light Up (1980)
Album concept, photography - Graeme Webber

And what a concept it is. Imagine being able to look at that album and say, "That was my concept."

"Guys, I've got a concept for the album. There's a naked chick on the beach, and you guys are standing fully clothed in the water watching her. What do you think?"

And that's just the front cover. The concept for the back cover is more along the lines of five-hairy-shirtless-dudes-standing-really-close-together, as made famous by Orleans in 1976.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

So 2005: Espresso, home

Further to my comment the other day about hip-hop double bass...this example here is actually pretty tasteful.
I'd also like to officially state that today is the first time I've ever used the phrase "it sounds so 2005!"

Latte, Dench, Fitzroy North

Yeeeeeeah. Never mind what I said about Dench last time. That was a long time ago. This coffee is good. Really good. The barista with a fringe* (you're right, that probably doesn't narrow it down, especially in Fitzroy North.) is doing the right thing. Quality and quantity, somehow.

* Sorry, I just don't like using the word "bangs" interchangeably with "fringe". Every time I hear the word "bangs" I get a certain song stuck in my head...oh shiiiiiit it's stuck in there again. I don't even need to say the word "bangs" anymore. Or even think the word "bangs". Just thinking about thinking about the word is all it takes. I'd better go and listen to something else. Stat.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Strong Latte, Switchboard, City

I've been to Switchboard twice in one day. Not on purpose, really. I just happened to change trams at Swanston and Collins around about the time I felt like another coffee.

A.k.a "most times of the day".

Espresso, Switchboard, City

Too early. I'm not used to this. If you want to know what it's like being a professional musician, I'd say, "Constantly in the wrong time zone." It's like I live in Islamabad, but just aren't there very often.

(I bet you're glad I didn't say I live in "Lahore".)

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Latte, La Porchetta, Carlton North

If yesterday's you're-better-off-walking-for-cheap-coffee formula really pricked up your wallet's ears, you're about to get a whole lot of exercise and save hundreds of dollars over the next ten years. La Porchetta, or the Carlton North branch at least (they are a franchise after all), are hanging in there at a pretty-good-by-2005-standards $2.90. If there's a cheaper caffé latte in this neighbourhood, I haven't had it yet. Though the milk bar is still probably worth a try.

And it was pretty good too. La Porchetta are famous for setting the standard for cheaper-than-anyone-else-and-quite-good pizza decades before Bimbo's opened up a whole new quadrant of the cheapness-to-goodness graph. The coffee is the coffee equivalent of their food really. Depending on what you're into, you might enjoy it, or you might be horrified. I'll say this though: I've had far worse coffees from far hipper places and paid too much for them.

But there's more. X marks the spot.

I'm glad I'm not Indiana Jones. Otherwise, I'd probably start digging under the table right now.

First Time Down Under: Latte, home

Since A Tribe Called Quest announced their first-ever tour of Australia a few weeks ago, I haven't been able to go on Facebook without at least three people in my news feed being excited about it.
It's funny, I don't think anybody has bothered asking why they never toured here before. People forget that pretty quickly when confronted with "First Australian Tour Ever!" news.
But they've good reason to be excited. Tribe haven't performed much in the last 12 years, and now they're coming here. Hmm. Actually, no, the tail-end of a 12-year hiatus sounds like a terrible time for them to tour here for the first time ever. But what the hell, it'll be awesome.

I think don't think it would be going too far to use the word "timeless" here.
It's worth mentioning, however, that they do seem to be responsible for the whole double-bass-in-hip-hop thing, and as such a great deal of suffering around the world.
"Wow, Ron Carter's doing it, I guess that makes it okay! I'm gonna do that too. We don't need an MC when we've got really long horn solos! Emceeing, sax solos, same thing."

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Strong Latte, 65 Degrees, City

These guys sure are hanging in there with the $3.00-for-a-small thing. As far as I can see, not many other places are. Heading back up the hill, to my neighbourhood, North were hanging in there for longer than anyone else. About two weeks ago, however, they too made the switch to $3.30. The milk bar across the road is still at about $2.50 though I think. Haven't tried them yet.

So 65 Degrees deserve points for hanging in there at $3.00. For what it's worth, that extra 30 cents actually has influenced my coffee decisions in the past.
“I could have a coffee here, or walk another 500 meters and save 30 cents. I walk, uncaffeinated, at about 4km per hour, so it will take 7.5 minutes to walk that distance. That means I'm saving $2.40 per hour. Not only am I getting paid to exercise, but I'm also getting a free cup of coffee every 90 minutes."

Filter, home

“Filter, home.”

Sheesh. I had better start coming up with some more interesting-sounding titles for any blogs related to drinking a “Filter, [at] home”. Unfortunately, there will be a lot of them. I use the filter a lot. In the last five months it has usurped the Aeropress's throne in the royal court of Coffee Method City. Aeropress is still around, he's just more of a backbencher these days, sitting up on the windowsill with the less-used coffee apparati and other miscellaneous things that seem to belong on the almost-unreachable windowsill in the kitchen: two stovetops, a can (as in aluminium) of black coffee that I dare not open, a jar of iSnack 2.0 that I dare not finish, an hand-me-down ice bucket that I would I use more if I were Hugh Hefner (though the ice-tongs come in pretty handy as regular tongs), a few empty Illy tins, and the impressive-yet-useless box that a bottle of Talisker came in that I figured was too impressive a cardboard box to immediately throw out. So as you can see, Aeropress is in strange company, but always just an armslength away. It's a great invention, but the filter is so much more of a no-brainer to operate, and that can be useful first thing in the morning when my brain hasn't woken up yet.

To be more specific, it's a Swiss Gold filter. I have no idea why it needs to be gold. Or Swiss, for that matter. But it is both. Here's how it works: it fits over your cup, you put in some ground coffee, you pour some water into the other bit, and the water slowly drips through. That's it. It's very easy. The only variables* seem to be "how much coffee" and "how fine is it?". You could spend hours agonising over these, but I've had pretty good results from "about ten seconds worth" at "whatever the grinder is currently set to". For the times when I either:
  1. can't be arsed waiting for the espresso machine to heat up, or 
  2. really feel like a black coffee that takes up the whole cup
this really hits the spot. I much prefer this to a long black which, both literally and figuratively, is a very watered-down espresso.

* ignoring water temperature, room temperature, wind speed, light levels, barometric pressure, nearby wormholes, etc.

Donkey Kong Returns: Latte, home

This is exciting:

I've been waiting for Nintendo to do precisely that since about 1998.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Strong Latte, ABC Studios, Elsternwick

This is from the cafeteria at ABC. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting, but this is definitely a lot better than it. It shouldn't be too surprising though: the coffee at ABC Southbank was pretty good last time I was there. I think I had a double ristretto macchiato. Dangerous.

How many nice pours are there in the world, wasted underneath takeaway lids? It's all in the name or practise though, I guess. Like that guy across the road from me who plays a lot of scales on his flute. That's the musical equivalent of "under-the-lid pouring".
This photo better illustrates that I was actually at ABC though:

Tame Impala: Latte, home

The Tame Impala album makes me wish I still had long hair.

Oh. They're blogging, too.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Latte, home

Public holiday. Days off are utterly meaningless when you don't really have days on. I just see it as a bad time to go out for breakfast: there's much less competition when everyone else is at work. Dench was out of control this morning. What if cafés started observing public holidays? What would people in Fitzroy North do on their day off?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Espresso, Mum's house

I found the transition to vegetarianism pretty easy. I wasn't a huge meat eater anyway, so there wasn't much to cut out in my diet. People have asked me whether I feel like I have less energy, but honestly I don't know what no-red-meat-for-six-weeks feels like. If it feels anything like no-coffee-for-six-hours, I probably wouldn't notice it.
The one time it still gets tricky, however, is family get-togethers. I've been eating meat at those things all my life. It's hard to say no when other people have cooked for you, and food cooked by your family always seems trustworthy. So I'm glad I got here too late today and missed out on the tuna sashimi Shaun made from the three “massive” tuna he caught off Portland. That would have been pretty hard to resist. There will be plenty of time for that later though, as he still has “96kg” of tuna in his freezer.

Pete Doherty is a figment of The KLF's imagination: Latte, Tre Bicchieri, Carlton North

2006 just called. He wants his news back.


It's probably not true. But it would explain an awful lot. I just knew something weird was going on. I'm sure I was not the only one who was screaming, “Why is this guy famous? I swear his band doesn't actually exist!”

P.S. I think I'm doing quite well so far with making my titles as intriguing as possible. Too bad they won't be on my Twitter feed anymore. (Spoiler: my Twitter feed doesn't exist.)

You can't call it "ball sweat" anymore: Latte, home

Trust me. That title is relevant.
Late last night, something happened. It wasn't terribly exciting, but I figured it was worth typing out, just in case I didn't have anything to write about today. I figured that the day after the proclamation of the return of my blog was the very worst time have nothing to write about.
  • I spilled a cup of peppermint tea. I'm not sure how. It went into a pile of unlabelled-yet-clearly-written-to CDRs (the ones that pile up on your desk until you get around to checking if they're important), slightly under my laptop, and under my mouse.
  • I moved my laptop away from the spreading puddle, then ran to the kitchen and grabbed two squares of paper towel.
  • I ran back to the study, started mopping up, and realised that paper towel is not as absorbent as I'd hoped. This is not that ad where the girl gets out of the shower, can't find a towel, and gets the job down with one square of paper towel from the kitchen instead, wringing it out as she goes. This is certainly not that.
  • I ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel instead.
  • I mopped up the spill, dried my laptop and the wetter of the CDRs, and dried the bottom of my mouse, cleaning it in the process.
  • I now have a tea towel soaked in peppermint tea, with a few splodges of what I would call "mouse dirt", if that didn't sound more like something you'd find up the back of the kitchen cupboard. Keyboard dandruff has a cool name. Is there one for the sweat/grime/dust that gathers anywhere it can under your mouse?
  • Back in the days before optical mice ruled the world, when men were men and mice had balls, you could easily have gotten away with calling it ball sweat.
The lesson? Don't drink tea. You might spill it.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Welcome Back: Latte, home

Wow, it's been a long time between drinks. The last year has flown by, which explains why the last five months have done the same. But let's stick to the former. A year ago we were recording the Magnolia album. That really doesn't seem that long ago.

I'm probably not in any state to be blogging right now, it being about nine hours since my last coffee (I actually had to stop and consider whether “let's” required an apostrophe in that last sentence) but it's worth mentioning that I drafted a post last night that detailed why I couldn't continue blogging. About how I'm gradually cutting myself off from social networking: I'm far from social in real life, why should I do it online? About how I'm sure I've got better things to do these days than blogging, though my progress on Red Dead Redemption in the last week tells a different story. About how it's worrying that so many people are feeling the need to create an online persona that can get famous for nothing other than saying something clever in under 140 bytes. About how that's great for them, but I'll have to punch myself if I continue to be one of them. About how that's why I quit Twitter. About how my blog fits under the same category, and should probably go too. About how old media are now tweetsourcing (I just checked, and I'm about the 175th person to think they may have invented that term) to fill time between commercial breaks, and at what point should we just cut out the middle man and broadcast full-screen live tweets every night at 6pm? About how what is the point of this whole online thing anyway? Is social networking a bad dream that we're all eventually going to wake up from? Should I wake up now? The blue pill, or the red pill? Am I Ryan or Tyler Durden?

1990s clichés aside, I realised that trying to distill my reasons for quitting blogging into two-and-a-half paragraphs was also breaking my own rules. So I walked away from it. But tonight I read over a few old entries (admittedly, because I wanted to check whether I'd ever used the word "alot"), and realised why blogging is worth doing. The answer is, it's fun. It's pointless creativity, and that's the best kind. When I started this blog, it wasn't because I thought anybody was going to read it. But thanks for stopping by so often. For the record, the winner so far is Proud Mary in Collingwood. By far, more people read about them here than anything else.
Also for the record, the second-highest traffic-puller is when people look for a pie chart on Google Image search, and find my generic pie chart that I originally found on Google Image search.
So, stay tuned. Hopefully I'll be back with more tomorrow.

Above all, I'm glad none of you found this post via my Twitter feed.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Espresso, home

After roughly five minutes of filling out paperwork at the front door:
"Per month? Oh, sorry, is it possible to do more of a one-off donation instead?"
"Well, as I explained before, mental illness isn't a problem that goes away overnight. It's ongoing."

This guy is GOOD.