I know Dave Kellett’s kind of got the coffee-related comic strip jokes wrapped up (heck, he has an entire book devoted to Sheldon strips about coffee), but more than one person can have a valid perspective on something, right? Of course they can! By this point in our history, pretty much every kind of story has been told, so the only thing that really matters is how you tell it!
[I feel like I'm a half a step away from going into Roger Meyers, Jr.'s speech about how animation is built on plagiarism from that Simpsons episode, "The Day The Violence Died."]
I never really had any kind of a thing for coffee until this spring, sitting at SeaTac, waiting for the plane to take us home from the Emerald City Comic Con. It was early, and I was hungry, so I wandered over to the food court; I love the SeaTac food court, and for no logical reason at all. I bought myself a fruit & granola yogurt parfait and a large iced coffee, and it was like a switch got tripped in my brain the moment I started drinking it. When we got back to Colorado, I went out to the grocery store that very night to buy a French press, and I’ve been trying out different kinds of coffee ever since, attempting to discover the perfect source for a homemade iced coffee. I think I’m only a few more tries away from hitting paydirt…