Coffee is better than sex because...

Well, on a morning like this morning, it's available, hot, steamy, warms from the inside out, and creates a pleasing flush on the skin and a satisfying warmth on the tongue...

Okay, maybe I'm getting a tad carried away, but there are moments, when I'm crabby, not quite awake, and coffee...the brown liquid of life, elixir of gods and goddesses and the sweeping away of mental cobwebs that I'm willing to settle for coffee--with a smile on my face.

I woke this morning to my roommate white_lace_bra trying to figure out how to take a picture of me and the dork dog. My spaniel was snuggled up against my spine, her head on the pillow next to mine, blond dog, dark-headed muse, sound asleep together. This must be why I woke with a crick in my neck.

In truth it has been a relaxing and lazy morning so far. Lace and Jp have plans for the afternoon. I apparently have a coffee date with a long-time net friend. We've been going to get together for coffee and chat for over a year now. Perhaps stars have finally aligned.

I have read the New York Times obituaries and I do not appear there so apparently I am alive. It is part of my morning ritual, reading the obits. If I'm not there its a good day and besides, there is always the chance that one of the entries will make my day. (Cynical bitch that I am).

Besides my addiction to sex and coffee, I am an information junkie and a politics wonk. I have at least 10 papers I read on a daily basis, from all over the globe. I am not going to lie and say I read them all cover to cover (if such a thing is possible on line) but unlike our esteemed POTUS, I do read newspapers. The New York Times, The Washington Post, The LA Times, The San Francisco Chronicle, The Seattle Times, The Boston Hearald, The International Times Herald, The Guardian, The BBC News site, CNN (I refuse to even LOOK at FoxNews, tho I will cruise the NYPost for giggles), The Atlanta-Journal Constitution, Detroit Free Press, The Dallas Morning News, Ananova, C|Net, Wired, The Nation, Slashdot.org, The inquirer, The Register.

And...saving the best for last...my favorite columnist: Molly Ivins, and my favorite satire: The Onion, and lastly, the British satire paper The Private Eye

And you wonder where my cynical and often quirky tidbits of news come from.

Last summer, I was volunteering on a forum and was accused of being a false individual, a stuck up bitch, a liar and a dictator. It was impossible, this detractor said, for me to have done everything I said I'd done. And I was a know-it-all who had an opinion on almost any topic.

I am not false, stuck up, a liar or a dictator. I have done all I have said I have done. I have crammed many experiences and lifetimes into this one. That has its pros and cons, I admit. As for being a know-it-all...I know many things. I enjoy learning, that's different than knowing everything, a difference I never forget. I'm the first to say "hmmm...I don't know about that," and then I go and read up and learn--because that's the point. And knowing a moderate amount on a large variety of subjects does not make me an expert on those many subjects and I never claim to be.

That detractor can just go bite my ass.

Pardon me...I got carried away. Sundays are often like that.