As we violently rock in the tent-poled bookends that are The Holiday Season months, personal time plummets and subsequently, our beautiful, angelic newborn blog suffers horrible colic. But instead of keeping us awake with intriguing, engaging content, it allows us to sleep soundly. Without deep black thoughts of coffee. Without goggled hazy images of beers.
So in the best interest of the liveliness of said baby, here's some fresh content from someone else.
In today's opinion section of the New York Times, a person I never heard of posted something clever and perty. It's a visualized short story about his love of coffee. It's not the biggest roffle in the world, but the illustrations are neat and it's the kind of thing that I would have loved to read with the morning newspaper, if I actually got morning newspapers.
So in the best interest of the liveliness of said baby, here's some fresh content from someone else.
In today's opinion section of the New York Times, a person I never heard of posted something clever and perty. It's a visualized short story about his love of coffee. It's not the biggest roffle in the world, but the illustrations are neat and it's the kind of thing that I would have loved to read with the morning newspaper, if I actually got morning newspapers.
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