Bubble wrote:
>>>> Best Coffee.
>>>> Starbuck's, or Bean Scene, just off Baggot Street Bridge
Smf wrote:
>>> No, no no.
>>> How many times do I have to say it? Starbucks is awful! It's
>>> not coffee - it's steamed milk with a vague coffee flavour.
Marvin wrote:
>> She's right. I got a Starbucks cappucino in Paris and 2/3 of it was just pure
>> foam which was rather disappointing. I kept wondering when would I reach the
>> coffee...
Fatwa wrote:
> You should be glad you didnt' reach the coffee. It's just brown water :(
OMFG, Is someone dissing Starbucks? I got here as quick as I could!
I might start my defence by suggesting there is more to "coffee" than
simply the raw & basic commodity; if all you want to do is lick the beans
or "go a bit wild" and add some boiled water, then (at the risk of
generalising) you might as well just do it yourself & bring a thermos, or
visit a lower priced vendor whose motor skills don't need to comprehend
anything beyond the combination of 2 components (not that I'm going to
defend supposedly incompetent Starbucks card-punchers, as opposed to the
"overly-in-demand" Starbucks barista professionals that they really are,
caught on one bad cup out of thousands that they lovingly produce each
and every day to spread the joy ot the Starbucks name & coffee tradition
throughout our disillusioned unidealistic population). Starbucks is luxury
coffee, with the support of the largest company in the world producing
daily coffee for the wide spectrum of masses - and I "think" a giant
multinational coffee corporation are going to know a "thing or two" about
coffee! Obviously, you all simply don't know what coffee is. It's whatever
Starbucks tells you it is!
Starbucks "coffee" is an experience, an ideal, a range, a concept, a brand.
Soak it up with every cup!
Kp
PS - I am not a spa
*l*, it'd be funny to make up secret histories for them all, and then
send them on to the registry.
*pause*
Like so:
On Fri, 12 Aug 2005 Dec wrote:
> Patrick Bryan
Killed in a fatal charity parachute jump in Nicaragua.
> Cecilia Margaret Clancy
Nursing a septuplet in suburban squalor in Dublin.
> Paul Conroy
Tried to break unsuccessfully into the children's art market on the
back of his Conroy name, currently is now trying to change his name.
> Bernadine Mary Felle
Accountant.
> Robert Harte
Deceased.
> Bassam Hatam
Deceased.
> Mabel Jiaci Huang
Almost deceased.
> Alexander Johnson
Married a doctor, and totally landed on his feet the bastard.
> Geoff Keating
Married Alexander Johnson.
> Gary Kelly
Presents a popular Saturday night talk show on UTV.
> Mark Macken
Computer Programmer.
> Natasha Elise Maher
Became the first black lesbian head of the Ku Klux Klan.
> Joseph James Maloney
Computer Programmer, #2.
> Ciaran John Martyn
Helps out old people at his local parish, and plays a damn fine keyboard.
> Damien Gerard McCarthy
Enjoys drinking juice, walks on the beach, and holding hands at moonlight.
> Robert McDermott
Tried to "beam" himself "up" using 2 kitchen microwaves and a screwdriver,
and now resides in a Dublin hospital under permanent care.
> Finbar McGreevy
Falsified his graduation details and shouldn't be on this list.
> Conor Sean McMahon
Card salesman.
> Shane Joseph Murphy
Has all the flavour of original Shane Murphy, only none of the calories.
> Kevin Brendan Murray
Is finding himself, he'll let you know if he turns up anything.
> Fintan John O Dowd
President of the United States of America.
> Keith O'Byrne
President of the United States of Omerica (in a popular online roleplay game)
> Muiris Antoin O'Conchubhuir
Was one of the lesser known sidekicks of Cu Chulainn.
> Timothy Daniel O'Farrell
Pig Farmer.
> Colin Patrick O'Hara
Pig Farmer #2.
> John O'Mara
A purely fictional character invented by the IBM corporation as an experiment
that went horribly, horribly wrong.
> Ronan Anthony Redican
Yeah he's doing alright, I was only talking to him a few months back there.
He cool.
> Andrew Rohan
Two words: Swedish Socialist.
> Yousaf Saeed
Is a very naughty boy!
> Brian Anthony Sammon
Had 2 beers down the Indian at lunchtime, and his now writing a hilarious
email on the boards. No wait a second.
> Conor John Stapleton
Maintains the third fastest computer in Ballybunion.
> Patrick Treacy
Glasses, 8 foot tall, arms as big as tree trunks.
> Thomas William Troy
Programs computers, manages a 201-strong-employee business, re-designed the
French transport system, solves crimes, does the odd bit of plumbing,
fly-fishing, and if he has time, cures cancer patients, juggles articulated
lorries, helps schoolchildren cross the road, and was one of the negotiators
of the Good Friday agreement.
> Enda Gerard Walsh
Likes a few too many beers "with the guys", if you know what I mean.
> Neil Patrick Walsh
Was the extra gunman on the grassy knoll.
> Shane Gunning
Hates his parents, enjoys small remote controlled cars.
> Gary Alan Ludgate
Is a part-time employee at Eircom's speaking clock service (he calls out the
"twos, fives, and sixes").
> Warren Patrick McDonagh
Wrote the great American novel, only he published it in the UK.
> Laura Ann McGill
Performed brain surgery on her uncle with a spoon when she was five.
Now programs computers.
> Eoin Joseph McGloughlin
Is 42 people and a dog.
> Ruth Mary O'Shea
Ruth likes hats. She likes hats to the exclusion of just about everything else
in fact. In between buying hats, looking at hats, collecting hats, and talking
about hats, she also does the occasional bit of documentation writing for
Novell Ireland.
> Melanie Hazel Riddall
Melanie Riddall plays the fidd-al.
> Paul Sheridan
Took the red pill.
> Robbie Skehan
Is the last line of an email that spiralled out of control.
Kp
Spock wrote:
> I can never understand why, when you arrive somewhere after flying, someone
> will say, "How was your flight?", and you'll say, "Ah it was grand yeah, no
> bother".
> How about, "It was pretty fucking shit actually. I had to get to the
Or alternatively, "My flight was lucid bliss. The entire journey started
at the airport where I was given the present of 2 hours of time. I was
entertained by banter with some americans in the queue while simultaneously
being entertained by harried faces of others compared to my own contentment.
Taking off my shoes at security gave me a pleasant feeling of freedom &
coolness, and passing through the gate; the satisfaction of feeling that I
wasn't a terrorist. I knew I had a ticket for the plane, so enjoyed a read
of my book while all the suckers crammed themselves on. I glided in casually
after the queue, leaving me with an aisle seat near the door, for optimum
get out time at the other end! There were babies crying, but I stuck on my
iPod which played me some soothing Metallica. Waiting for take-off I could
see the small men on the taxi-ways in flourescent jerseys, only wondering
how many planes they escorted every day, and what would happen if they
directed one into a ditch! Ha, that'd be funny. The rush of the engines gave
me a rush of my own as I put my head back, whooshed into the air by the wonder
of science & technology. Will I eat my Mars bar now? Naw, I'm stuffed from
that enjoyably casual muffin I had in the terminal. The turbulence was a
source of more wonder; isn't it cool that we're being shook around, yet this
piece of thin-tinned technology keeps flying? Amazing. Landing was only
anticipation; people creaking their heads to get a look at the scenery out
the windows, excited whispers of what they would do when they landed. The
15 minute walk to the gate allowed me to take in the funny airport signs
and air-conditioned hallway, & to laugh at lame advertisements along the way
(Vodafone I'm talking to you!). At baggage claim mine was last to come out,
so I used the time to check out a map of the new place I'd just landed in!
Sweet. I've just sauntered out to meet you, so here I am! Now, is there a
Starbucks nearby?"
Kp
Shots of hands in tv interviews are bad.
a) If such a shot is not relevant (e.g. a standard interview), the shot
comes accross as desperate.
b) If such a shot is relevant (e.g. Mr. Sweaty Drug Dealer), the shot
comes accross as childishly over-obvious.
Either way, it's a specific shot, partisan, and when used on the news
(shock, the BBC of all people, just now!) it's awful to see. Even worse
if they have ugly hands. But seriously, leave the hands in the larger
shot, rather than a specific shot. "Ooh! Look at his hands! He's guilty!".
*specific shot of Karl's angry hands typing this post*
Kp
Atlas wrote:
> futher ado, let me begin the first annual "What's in your bag every day?"
> thread.
>
> This week in my bag:
>
> Powerbook and Charger
> Network cable
Sorry for the delay! I have:
An elephant
A nuclear bomb (have to walk carefully, otherwise I set it off)
A giant picture of Richard Dawkins for drawing horns on when bored
The entire staff of Dame Street Starbucks
"Dignity" (the concept)
One of those naked lady pens, only it's broken & she keeps her clothes on
Gone off bread (there is fur on it, and I think it's stinking up the bag)
A Jewish person
A penguin
A citrus zester
A book about "Knots"
Skis (for when I go ski-ing)
Hair (for when I lose my hair)
200 euro socks
A telephone
Some water (which soaked into the bag :-/)
The "iloveyou" virus
A lamb's heart (a present for a lucky girl??)
2 x pink shirts
Due South DVDs (series 1 and 2, NOT series 3)
Bedclothes
Spiderman
A receipt for an apple from June 24th
An old blank CD with poison darts pointing out from the centre
Nike shoes for a 2 year old boy
Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason"
William Shatner's "TekWar"
Kevin Coster's "Dances with Wolves"
Adam Sandler's underpants
Of course I have a lot of junk in there as well. :-/
More a meta-post, I present the Many Faces of Karl: A Selection of
Podesta's Sign Offs. (data mining brought to you by shadow)
Kp, "Could I *be* any more a house?"
Kp, crazy
Kp, diamond tiara societies legal expert
Kp, entertainer
Kp, getting back into tv.simpsons
Kp, health guru to the stars.
Kp, loser star trek nerd.
Kp, nodding.
Kp, official diamond tiara polishing soc diamond tiara minder
Kp, osteoperosis candidate
Kp, over.
Kp, polished diamond tiara hoarder
Kp, polishing his diamond tiara
Kp, some SPC guy.
Kp, stupid
Kp, the desperate thread-extender.
Kp, the predictable
Kp, wagering 400 quatloons on that.
Kp, wannabe diamond tiara soc member/chair/overlord
(c) Kp, 2000
Kp "Ok, I'm bored..."
Kp,
Kp, "Alertbox" reader.
Kp, "I'll bet you weren't expecting that"
Kp, "christian rocker"
Kp, "out of context my eye - that's what you said.."
Kp, DiskSuite-Mirroring-mishap-on-important-tested-server boy.
Kp, L101.
Kp, Romanian.
Kp, arguing it out on the boards.
Kp, artane-onian.
Kp, asking.
Kp, back to the shirt/tie-less living.
Kp, bandwagon-jumping-palm-pilot-wanting-guy
Kp, beating shadow to the mark.
Kp, bored.
Kp, catching up with redbrick.debate
Kp, changing subject body, but not subject header
Kp, crazy memory guy
Kp, escapee.
Kp, former bagpipe band member.
Kp, getting commercial.
Kp, getting into another Simpsons conversation.
Kp, hippy scum.
Kp, in touch with canaries from all series.
Kp, in touch with his feelings.
Kp, incoming SPC.
Kp, jumping ahead.
Kp, learning :)
Kp, memory guy with time to kill.
Kp, obvious tv critic
Kp, organising a game of backgammon with "mumsie".
Kp, pico user in vim's clothing.
Kp, power-going-to-the-head guy
Kp, promising self a trip to .debate before the week ends.
Kp, racist.
Kp, reverse-psychology-submitter-to-guy
Kp, rubbing-holidays-in-your-face guy.
Kp, some SPC guy.
Kp, student.
Kp, telling *you* the pointless disgusting lunch details
Kp, the chairperson that loves.
Kp, the curious
Kp, the delegating.
Kp, the educator.
Kp, the fashion observant.
Kp, the fourth stooge.
Kp, the mature.
Kp, the politically incorrect
Kp, the profound.
Kp, the thinking-about-others.
Kp, the un-helpful.
Kp, the unhelpful.
Kp, the weather channel.
Kp, too lazy to check the web.
Kp, unhelpful regexp master.
Kp, wallowing in negativeness.
Kp, wannabe MM
Kp, watching episodes when they're originally aired.
Kp, who may be saying "may" too much.
Kp, who remembers getting a nose bleed in front of his AOL training
Kp, wondering how far he can push it before walking-stick