High Afternoon

Blue Penny

Having coffee with Jesus

So me and Jesus were having some fresh Costa Rican Brew this morning, shooting the bull in our sandals and robes. Since it was they day after the big disappointment, I just had to ask him...

" So Jesus what gives? Why the no show?" I asked him as I poured him a second cup.

"Oh Man, BS" he replied  as he dipped his finger in his cup and raised the brew to a perfect temperature, "Don't even get me started on that shit."

The Costa Rican Villa Sarchi that I roasted up actually tastes better as an espresso, but  since old Sandals himself popped in this morning looking to mooch a cup or two, I brewed up a pot  of it my Chemex and dug out special mug that I only let Jesus drink out of.

"Hey man, I am sorry to bring it up," I replied as dumped the last of the brew into my own mug, "It's just that it was all over the  news, a lot of people were really disappointed in you. I mean come on, look at the math, it seemed pretty legit."

"The math, right," He replied sarcastically as he took a long sip of the steaming brew, savoring it for a millisecond before taking another. "And the Earth is really 8,000 years old."

Old Jesus can really put away the coffee when he wants to. While I know he appreciates the good stuff (thats why he comes to me for is fix) sometimes I think that it is all about the caffeine buzz and not the overall taste. One of these Sundays I think I might try to pull the old decaf switcheroo on him to see if he notices. Who am I kidding? Of course he is going to notice. Besides he would probably just zap the caffeine back into it.

 It makes me wonder what really went down with old Lazarus. 

Sensing that he really did not want to talk about the disappointing  no show and the lack of earthquakes and general chaos, I changed the subject  and went to brew up another pot since that whole water into wine shtick only made the coffee taste watered down.

"So how did that fishing trip go?" I ventured.

"Man, I rather talk about the Apocalypse," He said, "I only managed to hook one all day, and it got away."

" Oh man, too bad," I replied, not really caring about fishing, but still enjoying the company. "Hey dude," want to try this as an espresso?" I said, the thought suddenly occurring to me. It will really knock you out of your sandals"    The Costa Rican was alright as a drip brew, but it really shined as an SO espresso. I began to prep my little machine.

"Nah man," he replied, "Actually I gotta go. That grass ain't going to cut itself. We still up for disk golf next week?"

"I already got the blunts rolled my brother."

"All right, see you later my friend."

Then with a slap on my back he was gone. Good old Jesus. He might not show up for the apocalypse, but he will always be there for a good cup of coffee.

Fartacus

In case you could not tell from the last post, one of the latest shows that I ended up cracking out to lately was the soft core porn  action historical drama: Spartacus. What  a great fucking show! I mean, it has an insane amount of violence, sex scenes at every corner and even some pretty good twist and turns that keep you guessing where the action is going.

You also get to see Lucy Lawless tits in practically every single freaking episode.

Sure, thanks to the classic flick by Kubrick, we all know where this show is going...

But still, it sure is a whole lot of fun watching the journey

After hearing that a lot of guys had turned this show into a T&A drinking game (you have to drink twice when Zena's mammalian protuberances show up) I decided I was going to do a shot of SO Ethiopian Wet-Process Jimma- Duromina Coop Espresso every time I saw boobs and booty during an episode.

I half an hour later, there was a giant hole in my chest and my dog, the lil turd, had run off with the heart. Thankfully, instead of eating  it, he hid it in a pile of dirty clothes so he could munch on it later. My girlfriend, knowing all his favorite hiding spots quickly found it, sewed it back in, and then started it back up with a pair of jumper cables and a hypodermic needle full of the best Crank that she could find on a Sunday afternoon.

Speaking of Crank

I am not sure whether Ethiopian WP Jimma DC (12 OZ roasted on P3 for 20:30 in my Behmor Roaster) makes a super strong espresso that rivals crank or if I am just becoming sort of a caffeine pussy, but drinking it has been making me more jittery than usual. I think I may need to stock up on some more SWP Decaf and try it as a half-caf blend instead.

As for Spartacus...

Next time I might try the "taco" game instead.

They call that one Fartacus