I LIKE MY COFFEE BLACK

I just wanted to talk about Coffee for a little bit.


This is the machine that gives me my coffee.


These are the packets I put into the machine that gives me my coffee.


Breakfast Blend. This is the most popular flavor at the office.


As you can see, it has a strength (or force) of Two Coffee Beans.



This is Sumatra flavor. It is my favorite. Can you tell why?



It is my favorite because it has a strength (or force) of SIX Coffee Beans. (I've never seen a packet with SEVEN Coffee Beans!!!)




Pictured above is the coffee machine's control panel. You can choose "Full Cup" or "Half Cup". I'm not exactly sure what "Half Cup" does, but I believe it still uses all of the strength (or force) as a "Full Cup". That got me thinking.



What if I used the "Half Cup" setting on THREE Sumatra packets? That would be a strength (or force) of EIGHTEEN COFFEE BEANS.



So I load my first Sumatra packet into the machine.



It gives me a half cup of coffee with a strength (or force) of six coffee beans.


This is the second half cup, approaching a strength (or force) of TWELVE coffee beans!


This is the last packet! THIS CUP OF COFFEE WILL GIVE ME THE STRENGTH (OR FORCE) OF EIGHTEEN COFFEE BEANS!!!



This is the best cup of coffee I ever had.

James Cameron on Editing Action Sequences

"I think something happens to filmmakers, which is that they watch their own action sequences so many times that they actually learn where the next image – where the subject coming in in the next image is. So they’re already looking there. But the audience doesn't do that. So, I actually watch all my action sequences bilaterally transposed. Flopped. When I get it all cut the way I think it’s supposed to work, I’ll watch it backwards. I don’t mean backwards in temporal order, I mean in a mirror, right? I’ll watch a movie in a mirror.

So my instinct to look where the next thing’s happening gets short-circuited. It’s actually – you realize how dependent you’ve become on your own watching process. But it goes back to that thing I was talking about before, which is – you’ve got to be able to watch your own stuff with fresh eyes, to anticipate the audience’s reaction. I think it’s an art, and I think it’s a discipline."

from www.darkhorizons.com

REVIEW - Wendy's Sweet and Spicy Chicken Temptations

If you have a TV and watch any of the channels on it, or you have a radio and listen to any of the frequencies on it, you've probably heard about Wendy's new CHICKEN TEMPTATIONS.

According to Wendy's, they are a 5 star taste.



The TV commercial has the CHICKEN TEMPTATIONS being put on a nice asian plate in a bsuy kitchen. A waiter picks the plate up and the camera follows the CHICKEN TEMPTATIONS all the way through the fancy restaurant to the customer's table. The narration says something about a "5 star taste".

The ad campaign really irritated me because Wendy's is trying to convince me that the pile of slimy boneless nuggets on the plate is supposed to taste like something you'd get at some froofy restaurant. Just looking at the image above, my first thought is "wow what the fuck is that".

Anyway my roommate bought the Buffalo flavored CHICKEN TEMPTATIONS even though we had spent months talking about how gross they looked. He said they were "pretty good" but not worth "4 dollars". I had to try them out as well.

Yesterday I went to Wendy's for lunch and bought the sweet and spicy flavor. I was amazed to find out that they taste pretty good... so good I had to buy that shit again for lunch today.

The most amazing thing about them is that they look just like they do in pictures and on TV. That's pretty cool. My roommate said that they seemed just like Wendy's normal chicken nuggets, but covered in sauce. I disagree, I think that the meat is definitely of higher quality than the nugget meat.

Do you like sauces? Definitely try dipping your fries into the sauce. It's pretty good.

I had a Fanta orange beverage with my order.

I ate CHICKEN TEMPTATIONS.

Liked it.

U try it C if U agree

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ENEMIES OF THE INTERNET

First let me introduce you to Rupert Murdoch, if you didn't already know him.



How does that man strike you? Judging a book by its cover is a bad thing, but there's no escaping the fact that this dude is really old. He is 78 years old, worth 4 billion dollars, and is ultimately in charge of pretty much everything to do with FOX corporation. He also bought out Myspace.

I didn't know who Rupert Murdoch was until earlier when I was scanning through an article and found the following quote of his-

"The current days of the internet will soon be over."

He said this in reference to his plans for all of his online news publications (there are a lot of them) beginning to charge for their content by sometime in 2010.

I don't know much about Rupert Murdoch, though I feel like I know a lot because of a few things.

1. He is 78 years old.
2. He is worth 4 billion dollars.
3. He said "The current days of the internet will soon be over."

He owns quite a bit of the entertainment/news industry (they are one in the same) and I can only guess that he feels entitled to owning quite a bit of the internet as well.

When you think about it, the internet is a new world, a world where anyone with access to a computer can find the combined knowledge of the human race as well as contribute their own thoughts. Most people don't see it that way but that's what it is.

Rupert grew up in an older world, one where the internet fits into the same category as broadcast media and newspapers. His subscription news sites idea isn't bad, it's actually a fine idea, especially for the niche publications. The problem is his that he says things like "The current days of the internet will soon be over."

Anyone who uses such an authoritative tone concerning the internet, especially someone who runs Fox News and is worth 4 billion dollars... the only proper end for them is as follows-

Alas, alas

After twenty two years of marriage, it ends. My husband and I wept with wine over the irreparable. Not even our therapist, who has been something of a priest, a shaman, a guide to us in these difficult past 5 years could keep his composure. I began with the obvious, we simply weren't attracted to each other anymore.



Like clockwork, my therapist (Joe, 49) told us to try something different and rediscover the "spark" that first exploded our love. Without hesitation I swore to him that nothing could ever capture the heat of our first fucking, and with that I fired him. His suggestion might have made sense to a normal couple, but not to us. Not to Trevor and I.



Sometimes it feels like I never met Trevor, even during intimate moments with him. When the banality of life truly hits sometimes you forget how to laugh, and if you manage to remember, it isn't your laugh, it's a reenactment of what you felt before the schedule of your life began to dictate everything. Drop off the kids, go to career, have lunch with Linda, back to career, plan out a dinner that includes basil, oregano, and wild card crème fraîche, pick the children up, prepare dinner, exfoliate, then sleep. This pattern over the course of years dulled my mind. Trevor had his own brand, and at night, after intimacy, I would stare into his eyes and hope I felt something. Alas, alas. I knew I wouldn't. I never did.



Trevor, sadly, does not feel as pessimistic about the relationship as I do. We are civil, though his attempts to remind me of our lost love with pained glances and oddly timed pauses in conversation were abhorrent and made telling the children of the divorce more difficult than it had to be.



Lacy (7) and William (11), our darling children. If I live now, I live only for them. Lacy, bless her heart, cried even before I managed to explain that Joe and I were getting a divorce. William understood; his old soul recognized long ago the tell-tale signs of a weakening marriage. His maturity astounds me, and he is a truly wise boy. I could learn a lot from him.



Of course Trevor is caring for the children, and I indulge myself in poetry and wine, candles and hard to pronounce finger foods, and even the occasional art book to put on the coffee table in my new apartment. The children have been over a couple of times and always seem dreadfully bored.



Looking forward to the Opera tonight.