This was on Saturday night, motzaei shabbos. We were struggling to find an open SB - oddly there were a few closed at 7. Well here we found one that was open, so I got my markout in the form of peppermint syrup, two pumps of which I am now appreciating in my coffee. If I haven't mentioned it, I went ahead and bought syrup pumps from Pacific Northwest Espresso Parts as I felt borrowing them from any retail location, regardless of how insignificant the fiscal impact, would have severe consequences in shemayim.
Here I am, probably playing pokemon fire red, on the bed with Goobie Bear. Notice he is not really paying attention to the game. I think he likes leaf green better because elizabeth named her squirtle goobie. Had she only gotten the charmander or bulbasaur instead, we'd both be sitting pretty with one extra notch in our pokedex but oh well. I guess I will have to find people to trade with in Seattle.
Hey, look! I can look even sillier than normal.
I must have looked pretty odd, siting in places trying to catch up on the daf while holding GB. I'm amused by DT as a concept. I think the reason it is so successful is that it minimizes real human interaction and when people want their coffee now nothing slows you down like having to act like a civilized human being and making polite conversation. As the second beis hamikdash stood, so too is it true that if a machine could be invented that would make decaf grande half-caf breve with whip carmel macchiatos, people would use those instead of suffering through the human experience of having to say hello. At least that way they wouldn't have to say things like mock-lee-auto or pock-snee-hot-ho. Well that was fun.