Friday, January 25, 2008

You can call me Bond. Mister Bond. Mister Bond Coffee.

My computer has been making funny noises. If I appear to drop off the face of the Earth, I wanted you all to know what likely happened.

More posts to come about the winter! But for now, I felt like I needed to leave some mirth in my wake. But, how can I best acquire mirth, you may ask, in a culture in which happiness is perceived so differently from the one in which I was socialized?

I buy it! And here is a reproduction of the text on this can of (sort of) coffee-like mirth:


American pattern

>> I'm young...I'm coffee

1 comment:

Justin said...

Oh please oh please can you sell this exclusively at your shop? Or at least have it on the menu.

Also, that pipe better turn into a switchblade or something.