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  1. birgerjohansson says

    For me, coffee is the my premier too to avoid a “Dexter Morgan” real-life reenactment.

  2. birgerjohansson says

    Poster (showing grumpy cat holding a cup) “Coffee. Because murder is wrong”.

  3. birgerjohansson says

    Should be “premier tool”. I had not yet had coffee when writing it.
    (OT I found an article about non-opioid pain medicine at Science, maybe something for PZ? – I posted a link in the infinite thread)

  4. Artor says

    When I saw the comic, I immediately thought of PZ and came here to try posting the link. But you have to get up early to beat the prof to the punch! And he lives about 2 hours east of me, so that’s hard to do.

  5. robro says

    I’m addicted to many things, coffee is just one of them. Unlike some of them, coffee is essential. I doubt I could be sitting at my desk at 7:00am PST waiting to join a meeting in 30 minutes without it. I didn’t drink coffee when I was growing up, although my parents enjoyed a up of Maxwell House Instant every morning. I started when I went college in 1966. But it was my 18 months as a nurses aid in the early 70s that truly addicted me. Except for the Mennonite nurses (there were quite a few), everyone working in that hospital spent as much time as possible in the break rooms drinking bad coffee.

  6. submoron says

    Is this any help (from The Burkiss Way)?

    “Postman:
    Oh sorry. In that case I’ve got a letter for you. Special delivery like, here we are, plain brown wrapping eh, know what I mean? Good day, Sir.

    Captain Nemo:
    Oh. Good day.

    F/X:
    hatch closes, water stops gushing

    Captain Nemo:
    Plain brown wrapping? Now what can it be, I wonder?

    F/X:
    wrapping being torn open

    Captain Nemo:
    Ohhh… oh. ‘Big Tentacles – The Magazine for the Broad-Minded Squid’. Oh that’s, that’s ridiculous. Doesn’t usually arrive till Tuesday. Hey hold on, I wanna have a look at the small ads…

    F/X:
    paper rustling

    Captain Nemo:
    At the back here, ah, here we are: North Atlantic, slim squid, over twenty-one, wants meet friends interested in polaroid fun, shorts, leather gear – and octopoidal threesome, no fees. No I don’t, I don’t fancy that. Errr, oh, Sargasso Sea, bearded dominant squid offers free holiday South of France, for friendship with young winkle. Your place only. No, that wouldn’t do. Twenty-thousand leagues under the sea, active squid, likes wrestling large mussels, friends in big rubber boots and er… wrapping itself round enormous submarines with mis… misguided spacemen inside, crate number three four five, Billingsgate. Oh, that sounds just my cup o’ tea, now where’s my writing pad?”

    F/X:

  7. says

    Oh, great news, our second trust deed funded, now we’ll be able to buy groceries for two weeks. (massive sarcasm in case you didn’t get it)

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