Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Sugary endnote of loveliness.

I love my fellow Melburnians too much to subject them to anymore comment on the ELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTION.ELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTIONELECTION

IT's EVERYWHERE! 
Even more then Masterchef promos.

YES, all that red text and over-capitisation is distressing but tough times call for over-use of the character toolbar. I'm doing it for the people. We're all suffering here. The slogans are wearing us all into a stupor, the repetition is grating and we seem to be waist deep in smelly, slimy PR. 

SO, it's gags for all! 

Coffee cartoon: I look forward to my coffees. I smile inanely as I order them, think about them as they are being made and then dribble a little as they approach my table. I lean forward, slowly sprinkle sugar over the rising steam, and then watch the jewel-like grains sink into the foamy goodness. You might expect me to stir at this point. Don't stir! NO NO, don't stir. Neglecting to stir creates a good inch of 'latte dessert' at the bottom of your cup. It's a sugary endnote of loveliness! A sublime end to a beautiful trip into coffee-land.

Unless the waiter* whisks your cup away too early. 


 

*I think it needs to be added that waitstaff are ace. Like parents (ahoy there!), cleaners, carers, and childcare workers they do the hard yards of repetitive wiping and washing. The weakness of the coffee cartoon, aside from the fact that the protagonist looks like our prime minister, is that it does indeed, dis waiters. This is not good. Sorry 'bout that.

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