I brew French Market coffee, and I brew it up strong. Few black coffee drinkers are brave enough to get out a knife and fork and try my morning go-get-'em juice. I'm a wimp for adding cream and sugar, until they ask for the same after the first sip. The problem is, over the years I've developed such a tolerance for this stuff that it takes a few cups to kick-start the ol' brain.
So here's my shallow thoughts this morning while slurping down the strong stuff. Don't expect anything profound.
So a right whale, frolicking and broaching around South Africa, got a little clumsy yesterday and came down on a sailboat. Obviously, there is a significant difference in mass between these two objects and thus the boat came out on the short end. The whale is ok. The sailors are ok as well. Deer across this nation are going on a feeding frenzy, hoping to get big enough to shake off an SUV.
Glen Beck might be going blind. I'll let any readers write that joke. Didn't your father have that talk with you, Glen? In all seriousness, the disease he's got is a tough one and I hope some government-funded researcher comes up with a cure involving stem cells.
The new iPhone still sucks, and I still don't plan on owning one. But the Chinese manufacturer is raising wages at the plant and thus raising the price of the phone. Apple still doesn't understand what the fuss is about with the imperfect G4 and I don't get what the fuss is about smartphones. I usually carry my entertainment around with me. It's called.....a book. I don't want anyone interrupting me when I'm reading, thus why would I want a super-connected cell phone? "Er, sorry, I've got this crappy phone and sometimes it just doesn't get calls." I use that excuse all the time.
Because I'm a childish and immature caveman, I love television that includes destruction, lowbrow jokes and cars. Thus, I'm a huge fan of Top Gear, a BBC car show that isn't always about cars. These guys despise travel trailers (called caravans in Brit-speak) and any other non-car type of vehicle. Here's "Extreme Motorhome Racing," a vid my son and I laugh about over and over.
Finally, in other sports this morning, Reggie Bush's Heisman copy has been returned by USC, along with "voiding" all the football wins of the Reggie Bush era. Whatever that means. People in the sports world are shocked, SHOCKED! that college football is dirty. I think it's a total laugh. The only person that has actually been punished for the shenanigans at USC are the current USC players. Bush made his millions in the NFL, ditto Pete Carroll and something tells me the fired administrators involved got rather nice severances. I say "Bravo!" to Mr. Bush for cashing in on the college football money train. The whole idea of "student athletes" at that level is laughable anyway. With the amount of money that flows through D1 football, the athletes deserve a cut in my mind. It seems they are getting that cut and easily getting away with it. Who cares about the "national championship" anymore, when one or both of the programs might be found to be "ineligible" a few years later? I'll stick to pro sports, where the corruption is above board.
Four cups in, time to face the day.