The Department of Useless and Ill-Informed Opinions

Quick Hits

Some short thoughts:

• It's a damn good thing that I prefer cocktail onions in my martinis. Special thanks to the city of Chicago for providing me with the first link when I Googled for a story here.
• Here's what I want to know on this one: What the hell was the final straw? The man's been arrested countless times (only countless because I'm too lazy to find the actual number), gone through drug and alcohol addiction, and so on. At which point did Whitney poke her head up and decide enough was enough? What else could he have done?
• I hate reality TV. I mean, hate it. And along with hating it, this is just too funny. When I first heard about this show, I thought to myself, "Supernova? I love these guys! Are they associated with this crap-box of a show?" Turns out, no. On the upside, I've been listening to 'Ages 3 & Up' again for the first time in years.
• Eddie Izzard on 24? Not that I was going to miss the return of the invincible Jack Bauer before, but Izzard? Can I setup the record on my DVR now?
• And finally, was there maybe a chance that this could have happened before George Bush took his spill? If I had to guess, Segway's board of directors are Democrats.

Where's My Breakfast?

Every weekday morning my routine is more or less the same once I get near my office...  I go to the same place almost every day for breakfast, and order the same thing with only slight variation:

• Large coffee with skim milk (hot in the winter, iced in the summer).
• Fat free blueberry muffin.

It's a simple order, consisting of only two items, which only vary in the temperature of the coffee based on the season, served by the same woman who mans the quick counter near the front door.  I always enunciate it clearly, just to make sure its heard correctly over the din of the horrid light rock music radio station they always have blaring and the other patrons.

And yet, it gets fucked up probably 3 of 5 days each week.

Sometimes I watch as she pours the coffee, and I see her reach for the whole milk, only to remember at the last minute and switch back to skim (as she did today).  But there have been a few times I've seen her use whole milk or cream.  And other times where I didn't see it but could tell it was wrong when I got upstairs to my office.

With the muffin it's a bit harder, short of her putting a corn muffin or something like that in the bag instead.  It's a fat free blueberry.  There are days where I hit my desk and can immediately tell that it's cranberry, or even orange sunflower for fuck's sake.  But the really devious move is when it's just a regular blueberry muffin.  At this point I can usually tell the difference by sight now, but at first it took biting into it to be able to distinguish.  How can I tell?  Quite simply.  The fat free muffin takes like someone chopped up cardboard, wet it down, and stirred it up with a few berries before baking it, whereas the regular full fat muffin tastes...  well, it tastes fucking good.

I never get bothered enough to get up and go back downstairs to swap it out, partly out of fear she might spit in my coffee the next day if I did.  Mostly though, it's just because I'm lazy.  So I eat and/or drink it anyway.

I really need to find a new place to get my breakfast.