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We have a new coffee machine in the office, and it makes decent coffee. Still not as good as the manually brewed coffee I resorted to making for myself (simply nothing beats Zoégas skånerost) when I got tired of the previous machine, but it's much faster this way.
It's funny. Until I turned 25, the year I stopped pretending I was still a student and got meself a job, a poorly paid but wonderful job, I couldn't stand coffee. I was a tea drinker, period. But then I discovered that nothing beats a cup of coffee when you need to wake up properly at work, and it's been downhill ever since. Today I'd even say I think coffee tastes better than tea, all other things being equal. A cup of perfectly brewed darjeeling first flush is a wonderful thing, granted, but it doesn't beat a cup of strong Turkish cardamom coffee, or a double espresso.
This Saturday past we had some fellow sf fans over for Booze & Games; a very successful event if I may say so myself. There were eight of us and we managed to play backgammon, Hackers, RoboRally, and Industria while imbibing a fitting amount of gin & tonics, strawberry daiquiris, between the sheets, orgasms, alexanders, and what not. The weather gods were smiling, so we could bask in the sunshine, barbecuing and drinking. Have to repeat that. Soon.
And I've begun reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ianmcdonald's River of Gods, last of the five Hugo nominees in the novel category. I won't be able to finish it in time for the voting deadline, but I will hopefully be able to tell how I will rank it on the ballot. So far it's not bad at all. Not at all. It's at least one of the three novels I will choose from when picking my favourite.
It's funny. Until I turned 25, the year I stopped pretending I was still a student and got meself a job, a poorly paid but wonderful job, I couldn't stand coffee. I was a tea drinker, period. But then I discovered that nothing beats a cup of coffee when you need to wake up properly at work, and it's been downhill ever since. Today I'd even say I think coffee tastes better than tea, all other things being equal. A cup of perfectly brewed darjeeling first flush is a wonderful thing, granted, but it doesn't beat a cup of strong Turkish cardamom coffee, or a double espresso.
This Saturday past we had some fellow sf fans over for Booze & Games; a very successful event if I may say so myself. There were eight of us and we managed to play backgammon, Hackers, RoboRally, and Industria while imbibing a fitting amount of gin & tonics, strawberry daiquiris, between the sheets, orgasms, alexanders, and what not. The weather gods were smiling, so we could bask in the sunshine, barbecuing and drinking. Have to repeat that. Soon.
And I've begun reading
ianmcdonald's River of Gods, last of the five Hugo nominees in the novel category. I won't be able to finish it in time for the voting deadline, but I will hopefully be able to tell how I will rank it on the ballot. So far it's not bad at all. Not at all. It's at least one of the three novels I will choose from when picking my favourite.
