coffee rant

Yeah, I buy coffee from Starbucks. So I'm a corporate whore, but oh well, sometimes I need caffeine and there's nowhere else to go.

But here's what pisses me off. Starbucks is, I believe, almost entirely responsible for the continued retardification of suburban populations. That is to say, it is their fault, by virtue of having so many terms for their products, that people end up ordering things like "double mocha mint latte." A double shot is standard; you don't need to specify unless you want more or less. A mocha is, by it's very composition, a latte. (Latte being a somewhat erroneous term on its own, but that's not an issue until you get to Italy, order a "latte" and end up with a glass of milk.) Not all lattes are mochas, but all mochas are lattes. Argh. I heard someone recommend a "mocha americano latte" the other day, and I almost, almost, had to go and tell them that they were making baristas everywhere laugh at them. But then I thoug ht baristas might need a laugh with all the fucking idiots they serve.

Anyway, go to Caribou. Their coffee is better and they use better chocolate. Big ups, Shango 'Rista.

well, it's a start

Whether or not I'll keep this up is questionable, but we'll give it a shot. I'll try to keep info on the house and wedding planning on here, and other delightful things that I want to sneer at.



Tremendous, isn't this? Just in case anyone forgot my political orientation. Or my very favorite language. Wow, now that I read that and look at the picture together, it could be grossly misinterpereted, so for the sake of clarity, I am liberal who likes to speak German because it is endlessly amusing and funny.

Well, speaking of things Germanic, here's a question for you — would it look redneck to have a wedding reception in a place that serves only beer and soft drinks? (keeping in mind that said place is not in America, but rather, Austria, and looks like...)



Not exactly the VFW, but the Emily Post in me is having a tiny, tiny hissy fit. It's making me ponder the picture of myself, in a wedding gown, drinking from a half-litre stoneware mug. But on the other hand, there's part of me that doesn't care that much, and it's telling me to shut up with the fuddy-dud bullshit. I dunno.