When the coffee is good, then I’m good to go.
With all that is going on in the world, my coffee imbibing has started to increase. Is it a good or bad thing?
I believe humans get a lot done, not because we’re smart, but because we have thumbs so we can make coffee.
Quote Source: Quote Master
The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
brainstorming + bottomless mugs of strong black coffee >>> produces wild and wacky ideas
“Is it possible to get a cup of coffee-flavored coffee anymore in this country? What happened with coffee? Did I miss a meeting? They have every other flavor but coffee-flavored coffee. They have mochaccino, frappaccino, cappuccino, Al Pacino…Coffee doesn’t need a menu, it needs a cup.”
~ Denis Leary
eating a pear
a cup of black
French Roast coffee
All ye caffeine junkies, drink up, and get wired.
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door. ~ J. D. Salinger
too much coffee
drinking it too fast
producing a caffeine rush
and wiring up my brain
sitting at the table
staring into space
Steaming hot cup of coffee. Morning kicker.
Widespread caffeine use explains a lot about the twentieth century.
~Greg Egan, “Distress”
I want to hear the simmer
Of the old coffee pot;
I want to hear it hummin’
When it’d gettin’ good and hot;
I want to see the vapor rise,
Like incense in the room,
And float about a-fillin’
Every corner with perfume.
~John W. Fellows, “The Old Coffee Pot,”
in The People’s Home Journal, July 1903
“I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.”
– Charles Bukowski
What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup. ~Henry Rollins
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.
In my world there would be as many public libraries as there are Starbucks. ~Henry Rollins
If you don’t drink coffee, I am suspicious of your character and will not invite you to my Italian lake home. -George Clooney
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee.
Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy.
Now he is thankful for people like the woman that works at the local bakery. Sam sees the best the best in people, and that’s a good thing.
Over second and third cups flow matters of high finance, high state, common gossip and low comedy. [Coffee] is a social binder, a warmer of tongues, a soberer of minds, a stimulant of wit, a foiler of sleep if you want it so. From roadside mugs to the classic demi-tasse, it is the perfect democrat. ~Author Unknown
The reporter for the local newspaper, fueled with excessive amounts of caffeine, is typing away like a mad man. His editor loves his work, even though he his in his own world, no one dares to tell him to slow down. The reason is, that a colleague told him to take a break, and that turned into a big mistake. The madman told him to shut the fuck up, and to mind his own fucking business. Needless to say, that was the one and only time that anyone would have the balls to say anything to him, about his habit.
On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.
Aularches Miliaris / Coffee Locust
and take in
the aroma of
it will make
a whole lot better
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Standing on the sidewalk
he said hello to a woman
who he never saw before.
She replied with a smile
and a hello.
He asked if she would
like to go have a coffee.
Her answer was a sincere yes.
They went to the nearest
cafe, sat at the small
table by the window
and enjoyed their coffees.
They told each other their
likes and dislikes, and
other things they like
to do and see.
From that moment on,
there was a lasting
bonding of friendship
that would last for
quite some time.
A fictional short story
“I put instant coffee in a microwave oven and almost went back in time.”
– Steven Wright
Happiness is the morning’s first cup of coffee.
-Don @ A Pondering Mind
Sitting alone at an outdoor
cafe, enjoy his morning cup
of coffee. He puts down his
phone and decides to do the
crossword. He thought he
brought his medium point,
black ink pen, but he realized
that he hates using a pencil.
In the meantime, he will just
sit back and relax, and enjoy
the city life, and observe the
people from all walks of life.
Some going to their places of
employment, some doing errands,
the rest just passing the time
He knows that life as he knows
it, could not get any better
than this. Come tomorrow, he
will return, and will make sure
he brings his pen.
I love this quote.
He: It’s been a long day.
She: Why do you say that?
He: Well, I was busy.
She: Busy? Really?
He: Yes, busy.
She: Sitting on your ass all day, signifies that
you was busy?
He: While I was as you say, “sitting on my ass,”
I was doing stuff, like doing crosswords, reading,
blogging, and above all, taking coffee breaks.
She: Coffee breaks? Your drinking coffee all damn
day! And you call it coffee breaks. You’ve got some
balls saying that.
He: Since I’m retired, I still call them coffee breaks.
She: Your a real piece of work. Being retired has really
He: How have I changed?
She: You hardly ever go out, I have to beg you to do
several things like take out the trash, vacuum, and a couple
of easy tasks to do.
He: You knew I’m retired, so I thought I would take it easy,
live the life of Riley.
She: Wow! You’ve got it all figured out.
He: Yes I do, and that’s not going to change.
She: We’ll see about that.
When I was working, I knew a few people who were workaholics, and I was surprised that not many of them crashed and burned.
What I’m really thinking: the workaholic
“Moving from chair to chair, from coffee machine to coffee machine is the limit of my action in most films. But I enjoy being cast in them because I love watching them.”
– Stephen Fry
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This works for me.
Nothing like a mug of coffee, to kick start the day, and to keep going all day long.
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When I see blue sky with a smattering of clouds, it makes me happy. This my fellow readers, is all I need. Don’t need religion, nor read the bible. Don’t need to be told how to enjoy life. I am just basically one happy man, that likes solitude, peace of mind, and quietness.
The coffee tastes so much better, when I’m in a Zen moment. It makes the day much easier to enjoy, and live life to the fullest.
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A day without coffee, is like a junkie needing a fix.
A Pondering Mind 9/19/2014
I got out of bed way to early.
Need more coffee.
For the past couple three years, I have always been using brown coffee filters. I prefer using them than the white filters. Well, I have been to a couple of stores, and they no longer carry them. My partner has been to a couple of different stores, and she had no luck in finding them. Whoever you ask that work in the different stores, all say the same thing, we ran out, or they are no longer carrying them, or the distributor(s) no longer have them. Its probably a conspiracy against me, and the other coffee drinkers, who prefer brown over white.
Just another one of the various things in life that irk the shit out of me.
For the past three days, I was walking/sitting in a stupor, and/or more like a zombie. I could not figure out why I was feeling like crap. Having dull headaches didn’t exactly feel great. I would take Advil a couple of times a day, and I was surprised, since Advil always did the job.
It sucked big time, as all I felt like doing was lay on the couch, and doze off. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I had to push myself to look and read the numerous blogs that I follow, and it came to the point, that I would either ignore some, or delete some of the email notifications, as I don’t use the Word Press Reader. (That’s a story for another time).
Well now, come this morning (Sat the 31st), I arose from bed turned on the coffee maker, and still was having the headaches. I drank some of the coffee, and I went back into the kitchen to the rest in the mug, it was staring me right in the face. The coffee I was drinking was decaf. Bingo! No wonder I was feeling like crap.
I went into action, made a fresh pot of Seattle’s Best No 5 Coffee, and when it was ready, poured what was left of the decaf shit down the drain, poured the good stuff into the mug, and I was good to go. Took a couple of Advil, and headache was gone in a few minutes, and felt like a new man.
Caffeine headaches, feeling sleepy and what not, feels like a junkie suffering from withdrawals.
Yesterday morning, Mortimer J. Finkdink III, was taking his morning stroll. He always stops in the local coffee shop, for his daily cup. He always gets a large, as he likes to last throughout his walk. After he left the shop, he ambled on along on one of his favorite streets. A few minutes later, a woman who has never seen before stopped him. He always liked saying hello to all the people he ran across, but was perplexed seeing this well endowed woman.
The following conversation ensued, and what happened shortly there after.
She: My name is Barbara ‘Boom Boom’ Sashay.
He: Nice to meet you, Barbara.
He: I’m Mortimer J. Finkdink III
She: I’m new in town.
He: I see.
She: Can I ask you a question?
She: Before I ask, I must tell you, I have 44DDDs.
She: So, would you like to see them?
She: Right here.
He: On the sidewalk in public?
He: You could get arrested for doing that.
She: So. Don’t you like big knockers?
He: Well, in a flustered, stammering way, ah yes I do, maam.
She: What’s the problem then?
He: This is not New York City, where it is legal for women to go bare chested.
She: Pretend we’re in New York.
He: Well, its not.
Then he had an itch on his shin, that he bent down to scratch, and all of a sudden, she lifts her shirt up, and swings her knockers, and caught him the side of the head, the nearly full cup of coffee, goes flying out of his hand. It landed on the windshield of a passing car, which scared the shit out of the driver, and proceeded to slam into the car in front of his, and then got rear ended.
After all was send and done, Barbara ‘Boom Boom’ Sashay, said, “If you only took me up on my offer to view my beauties, this would never had happened.
Eventually, Barbara ‘Boom Boom’ Sashay, got arrested, for being a public nuisance, and got to spend 10 days in the local hoosegow.
As for Mortimer J. Finkdink III, he never saw this coming.
Thought I’d give it a try at writing a short, humorous story. Fiction of course.
Another conversation between he and she.
She: Good morning.
He: Good morning, or is it a good morning.
She: I see your not in a good mood.
She: Yes, you.
He: Do you really want to know why I’m not in a good mood?
She: Please tell.
He: Well … I slept like shit.
She: Shit is not a good thing.
He: You got that right.
She: Since you slept as you say, like shit then that is not a good thing.
She: So how I can help you to make this a good morning?
He: First off, I need a good, strong mug of black coffee.
She: That’s a good thing for you.
He: Coffee is good, and good for the soul too.
She: I’ll stick with a good cup of tea.
He: Tea is good, but I’m not a morning tea drinker.
She: I know that.
He: Good that we agree on that.
She: How’s the coffee?
He: As good as it gets.
He: Now that the coffee is working, it looks like it’s going to be good day.
She: I love it when you have a good day, and a good evening too.
He: A good day, makes everything right with the world.
She: I hope tonight you get a good night’s sleep.
He: I’m planning on it.
She: Good of you to say that.
He: It’s all good.
She said: Wake up and smell the coffee.
He said: Smells good.
She said: How can you drink it without cream/milk and/or sugar?
He said: Easy.
She said: Easy?
He said: Coffee tastes best in its natural state. Nothing added.
She said: Yuk!
He said: Have you ever really tried it drinking it black?
She said: Not really.
He said: Then you don’t know what your missing.
She said: Then I Guess I will never find out.
He said: You don’t know what your missing in life, drinking coffee, the real and only way to drink it.
She said: You remind me of the people who use a pen to do the crossword puzzle.
He said: The only I have solved the puzzles using a pen. Black ink of course.
She said: You and the color black:
He said: Newspapers and crossword puzzle books, are printed in black and white.
She said: If you make a mistake with a pencil, you use an eraser clean up, and put the correct letters/word.
He said. Using an eraser makes a mess of it, and besides, white out works wonders on covering the mistake(s) by using a pen.
She said: Smart Ass!
He said: That’s right!
Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.
— Edward Abbey
Science may never come up with a better office
communication system than the coffee break.
— Earl Wilson
Drink coffee while it’s hot enough to make
you swear but let the chocolate cool.
— Sicilian Proverb
It’s a day to stay inside.
It’s a day to read a good book.
It’s a day to drink plenty of coffee.
It’s a day to do a crossword or two.
It’s a day to spend lazily.
It’s a day to watch TV.
It’s a day to do all or whatever tickles your fancy.
Just another Sunday
Periods of rain since day break
Did the online crossword
Read some of the news
Watching football on the boob tube
Just another Sunday
Coffee was excellent
All is well with the world.
Coffee leads men to trifle away their time, scald their chops, and spend their money, all for a little base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking nauseous puddle of water.
– The Women’s Petition Against Coffee, 1674
A rainy day, makes it a good day for coffee, and lots of it.
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I’m a coffee lover, and one of those that drinks it morning, noon and night. I enjoy it black and no sugar or artificial sweeteners.
But having a head cold that past couple of days, coffee essentially tastes like shit. And because it has a shitty taste, I end up dumping a good portion of the java that I brew, down the kitchen drain. At least the rats and whatever else resides in the main that goes to the sewerage plant, get to enjoy the Starbucks Coffee,
It sucks having a miserable cold, and the coffee tastes like shit.
Anyways, I will survive.
Coffee is the most popular beverage worldwide with over 400 billion cups consumed each year.