Five favorite things

as stolen from petite meditations

1.  Coffee.  Love it, love it, love it.  Black as hell, strong as death, sweet as love.  you can keep your wussy mountain-hippy Arabica beans that need oh-so-special care.  They aren’t as caffenated and cost more.  give me plain old Robusto beans, ground up with some hot water run over them.  The best part of waking up Yea Verily IS folgers in my cup.

2.  My squeezebox, because unholy otherworldly noises are no longer the sole province of Great Old Ones and Mothman!  when I figure out how to squeeze Inna Gadda Da Vida out of that thing, the world will know ph34r.

3.   bowling.  bowling is a perfect model for how to launch Will Particles into the universe to make things go your way.  Not a constant hard-and-fast barrage, but a smooth, gentle, well-aimed roll, like presenting a present to the cosmos itself.

4.  three-day weekends.  I don’t know why something as simple as an extra day to goof off means so much to me, but, by Wotan-Prime, it makes everything so much better

5.  the iPseudopod.  my little 4th-gen 20gig Ipod Photo with a cracked front panel and custom engraving on the back reading “It’s our world, you’re our victims.”  It makes little things like running errands and working overtime so much more pleasant.