August 26, 2010
our new kettle
It’s an OXO.
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- Joel Bernstein: I know right?
- Rick Neece: Being nice is a dainty way to put it.
- Rick Neece: Hey Cristopher? Who cried “uncle” first, at the end of your ten-year stand-off? To quote my...
- Michael Smith: Ours is the kitchen.
- Amy Mabli: That’s what happens when you give the dogs the bed.
- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
- Pam: I have a story coming out soon in a ‘little mag’, Chicago Quarterly Review. An old friend recently...
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- Christopher Walken: Hey Clusterflockers, Realize y’all are hurting. I’ve been a really close friend of my...
- Marco: This works pretty well in mobile, more so in iOS
- Michael Smith: It was not the intent of management to imply all sissies are “namby pamby”. Management was...
- Rick Neece: I take umbrage with the term “namby pamby.” Some sissies are fierce.
- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
That is one fine-looking kettle.
Permission to copy y’all and buy one for myself?
set it free!
Dang. This is my lucky day. It’s like rubbing Aladdin’s magic lamp.
You think that anything of yours I ask permission to copy today, you’ll say, “Set it free”?
I don’t know? let’s try it.
Okay. I’ll think of some stuff and then ask permission to copy.
set it free!
Permission to copy this expression?
if it’ll help.
I think it might be good to add it to my repertoire.
This reminds me to tell you that I loved your way of making coffee so much that I now do the drip filter thing. Anyway, good pot!
thanks, Kels!
Sheila, I didn’t know it was in mine.
I have a gift for revealing that which is hidden (in others).
set it free!
Now that was a spewer.
Kelsey, we miss you around here.
That kettle is real nice, but this photo really makes me want coffee.
more coffee.
grande or venti?
I have the same kettle, only in orange.
It, um, does a good job of holding boiling water.
this one is actually orange.
If clusterflock could do that commenting on photos magic, I would wave hello to Deron’s reflection in the new pot.
Also, Deron, I miss Jasper.
well lookee there.
Jasper. I so love that dog. He always tries to eat my left arm, but in a very loving way.
Jasper misses you. hell, Jasper misses everybody. even people he hasn’t met. he misses Cindy. he misses Aaron. he wants to know when people with arms he can bite will be back. Douglas misses Daryl, though.
I won’t stay for long because I’ve got to go buy replacement ink cartridges for the fancy printer you so charitably gave me that Patrick Burleson cannot believe you got rid of. But I will return, or see you on the mobile webs.
Kelsey, Jasper misses running around the house like a cartoon dog with you.
Oh Douglas.
Franklin misses no one!
You tell him I’ll be back. Those were just practice rounds. I expect him to keep up with his training so we can go at it all official-like when I see him next.
Then there’s Franklin. Those eyes. Such a good, good boy.
Jasper says, hah! (sort of arrogantly.)
I never met a better batch of dogs. They own a world in all the best ways.
Good dog. Thank you, sir.
Where’s the plug?
About the coffee–I make the paper cone drip coffee, but I think I need to start grinding the coffee myself. Last week I bought a pound of French Roast at a Starbucks inside a grocery store (I know…) and the very young lady who did the grinding apparently didn’t know what the instruction “for a paper cone filter, please” meant. She dumped it in and the machine ran, with her looking at it, for about ten minutes. Finally she closed the bag and gave it to me. When I opened it at home is was ground so fine as to be shaped into clods and and other shapes. I’m using it but it sort of tastes like a speed freak’s idea of a slow elevator ride.
A speed freak’s idea of a slow elevator ride!
Deron, do you think that Franklin ever thinks about me?
yes, actually, yes. now that you mention it, he does.
I like to think that he does that tracing-a-path-in-the-air thing with his nose, searching for my scent.
every time he does that I think of you now.
Dan, it’s that silver thing on the back.
My friend Laura makes coffee like this and there’s something real nice about pouring the water in and making one little cup at a time.
Daryl, I reckon that will be fine enough for Greek coffee!
Mighty fine kettle