10th July 2013

SPACE COFFEE
As Dave and Wendy sat in Dave’s “research” van eating space breakfast (space toast and space syrup), Dave decided to brew up some space coffee. Unfortunately he made the brew way too strong… so strong, in fact, that it blew the space coffee pot’s hermetic seal. “Dammit Dave! The hermetic seal’s been breached! We be doomed my man!” 
Dave clumsily tried to clog the leak with space syrup, but it was too late, the space coffee’s stale aroma had already permeated the perimeter and awakened the hibernating skelebots*.
And thus so began the Great Skelebot Uprising of 1989. As a particularly cranky skelebot battled Wendy for her space mug full of stale space coffee, Dave attempted to phone ground control. Regrettably, Dave’s fingers, still covered in sticky space syrup, made this task more or less impossible. Wendy was abducted and Dave was left for dead (with a phone stuck to his hand).
* A skelebot is a creature, most likely from hell, that has the head of a robot and the body of a human skeleton. They enjoy space coffee, 80’s New Wave, and animated GIFs. SPACE COFFEE
As Dave and Wendy sat in Dave’s “research” van eating space breakfast (space toast and space syrup), Dave decided to brew up some space coffee. Unfortunately he made the brew way too strong… so strong, in fact, that it blew the space coffee pot’s hermetic seal. “Dammit Dave! The hermetic seal’s been breached! We be doomed my man!” 
Dave clumsily tried to clog the leak with space syrup, but it was too late, the space coffee’s stale aroma had already permeated the perimeter and awakened the hibernating skelebots*.
And thus so began the Great Skelebot Uprising of 1989. As a particularly cranky skelebot battled Wendy for her space mug full of stale space coffee, Dave attempted to phone ground control. Regrettably, Dave’s fingers, still covered in sticky space syrup, made this task more or less impossible. Wendy was abducted and Dave was left for dead (with a phone stuck to his hand).
* A skelebot is a creature, most likely from hell, that has the head of a robot and the body of a human skeleton. They enjoy space coffee, 80’s New Wave, and animated GIFs.

SPACE COFFEE

As Dave and Wendy sat in Dave’s “research” van eating space breakfast (space toast and space syrup), Dave decided to brew up some space coffee. Unfortunately he made the brew way too strong… so strong, in fact, that it blew the space coffee pot’s hermetic seal. “Dammit Dave! The hermetic seal’s been breached! We be doomed my man!” 

Dave clumsily tried to clog the leak with space syrup, but it was too late, the space coffee’s stale aroma had already permeated the perimeter and awakened the hibernating skelebots*.

And thus so began the Great Skelebot Uprising of 1989. As a particularly cranky skelebot battled Wendy for her space mug full of stale space coffee, Dave attempted to phone ground control. Regrettably, Dave’s fingers, still covered in sticky space syrup, made this task more or less impossible. Wendy was abducted and Dave was left for dead (with a phone stuck to his hand).

* A skelebot is a creature, most likely from hell, that has the head of a robot and the body of a human skeleton. They enjoy space coffee, 80’s New Wave, and animated GIFs.

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8th April 2011

BIG DECISIONS IN JAPAN 02 - “VICKI FACES HER DEMONS AND PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE”
Yesterday I mentioned that a traumatic childhood experience had led my wife down a long dark road into vending machine hell. Long story short, whenever she is at a vending machine she can only order from whatever is in slot “B4”, even if she does not want what is slot “B4”. 
Anyway, as Vicki’s tragic eyes stared into this vending machine outside our hotel it became clear to me that she really wanted the Georgia Coffee that was in slot “A5”, and wanted nothing to do with the Green Tea in slot “B4”. I tried to convince her that “whatever happens in Japan stays in Japan”, and that just this once she could break the habit and order her dream beverage, the sweet can of Georgia Coffee in slot “A5”.
Cut to a few hours later and she’s still just standing there, longing for the coffee in slot A5. I tell her that I love her but that I really need to get some sleep. She says nothing so I take this as my cue to head up to our hotel room and go to bed.
When I woke up the next morning Vicki was asleep on the floor. I immediately woke her up and asked about the Georgia Coffee. She said that she didn’t want to talk about it and then punched me in the face for allegedly “abandoning her”.
To this day I still don’t the truth about what exactly happened that night, and probably never will. But what I do know is this… next time I’ll just order the damn Georgia Coffee and give it to her, that way we can both go to bed at a reasonable hour and I won’t get punched in the face. It’s a win-win! BIG DECISIONS IN JAPAN 02 - “VICKI FACES HER DEMONS AND PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE”
Yesterday I mentioned that a traumatic childhood experience had led my wife down a long dark road into vending machine hell. Long story short, whenever she is at a vending machine she can only order from whatever is in slot “B4”, even if she does not want what is slot “B4”. 
Anyway, as Vicki’s tragic eyes stared into this vending machine outside our hotel it became clear to me that she really wanted the Georgia Coffee that was in slot “A5”, and wanted nothing to do with the Green Tea in slot “B4”. I tried to convince her that “whatever happens in Japan stays in Japan”, and that just this once she could break the habit and order her dream beverage, the sweet can of Georgia Coffee in slot “A5”.
Cut to a few hours later and she’s still just standing there, longing for the coffee in slot A5. I tell her that I love her but that I really need to get some sleep. She says nothing so I take this as my cue to head up to our hotel room and go to bed.
When I woke up the next morning Vicki was asleep on the floor. I immediately woke her up and asked about the Georgia Coffee. She said that she didn’t want to talk about it and then punched me in the face for allegedly “abandoning her”.
To this day I still don’t the truth about what exactly happened that night, and probably never will. But what I do know is this… next time I’ll just order the damn Georgia Coffee and give it to her, that way we can both go to bed at a reasonable hour and I won’t get punched in the face. It’s a win-win!

BIG DECISIONS IN JAPAN 02 - “VICKI FACES HER DEMONS AND PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE”

Yesterday I mentioned that a traumatic childhood experience had led my wife down a long dark road into vending machine hell. Long story short, whenever she is at a vending machine she can only order from whatever is in slot “B4”, even if she does not want what is slot “B4”. 

Anyway, as Vicki’s tragic eyes stared into this vending machine outside our hotel it became clear to me that she really wanted the Georgia Coffee that was in slot “A5”, and wanted nothing to do with the Green Tea in slot “B4”. I tried to convince her that “whatever happens in Japan stays in Japan”, and that just this once she could break the habit and order her dream beverage, the sweet can of Georgia Coffee in slot “A5”.

Cut to a few hours later and she’s still just standing there, longing for the coffee in slot A5. I tell her that I love her but that I really need to get some sleep. She says nothing so I take this as my cue to head up to our hotel room and go to bed.

When I woke up the next morning Vicki was asleep on the floor. I immediately woke her up and asked about the Georgia Coffee. She said that she didn’t want to talk about it and then punched me in the face for allegedly “abandoning her”.

To this day I still don’t the truth about what exactly happened that night, and probably never will. But what I do know is this… next time I’ll just order the damn Georgia Coffee and give it to her, that way we can both go to bed at a reasonable hour and I won’t get punched in the face. It’s a win-win!

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