Frazz by Jef Mallett for June 25, 2022

Also true: In a study of Asian men, those who drank FIVE cups (asian cups) of GREEN tea per day died older than those who drank black tea or didn’t drink as many as 5. Statistically significant difference.

But as the Wise Ass on the Hill pointed out, the REAL secret to living long is breathing. And as I commented there: Peeing is also important (see “FIVE cups of tea”).

Had some good coffee in lots of places. Also had brewed coffee that would make my hair hurt. Some that soothed the tensions of the day and some that made me feel like I touched a live wire. Found European cafê coffee with varied flavors that were pleasant and some US coffee-shop brands that need to be sipped through a mud filter. Now I stick with the one that shows a time on the label.

Addicted? Maybe. But why not? Not many things that can be enjoyed for a few cents a day.

He lucky it’s not DTWFNC.

Nice t-shirt

“There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics."

Frazz’s last line reminds me of a line from Tom Waits’ “Pasties and a G-String” which I won’t repeat here.

As long as there is anybody at all still alive, the death rate is not (yet) 100%.

Sipping on coffee as I read this

Fake fact: 70% of drivers who died in crashes after driving through a red light had eaten French Fries in the prior three days. So, it’s obvious French Fries are dangerous.

Okay, that was funny, ‘a pulse to a hot dog’. Good one.

In the immortal words of Henry Gibson, “Despite millions of dollars in research, Death continues to be our nation’s Number One killer”

A band I used to do stage & monitors for would do a 3-nighter every 6 weeks at Oscar’s in Bloomington, IN. After we loaded out Sunday morning, we’d head to the Hip University Neighborhood, where the soundman would have a Coke or cup of tea, and the light geek & I would have a Greek coffee (think espresso, but with the grounds in it and a lot of caffeine, despite the very dark roast). One would get us back to Chicago no problem.

Once I had two. Got me back to Chicago and I didn’t sleep that night……..

My Nuclear Coffee must be working, I’m less than a month from sixty and I sure can’t claim that my healthy lifestyle is what keeps me going

A hot dog with a heartbeat would be a bit disturbing, but then I have seen a Nuclear Coffee spill send a coffee table yipping out the front door

Nobody gets out of life alive, anyway.

Never believe the title of the article on it’s own. I’ve found the titles to be rarely backed up by their contents.

Is that a BiggyBy Coffee logo on his shirt?

I just remembered, when I was stationed in Hawai’i, working in an underground facility, we had to purchase our meals at the cafeteria. I would buy hot dogs, which were barely warm when I go them, and then take them back to my unit. It was a multi branch facility and every unit had its own combination locked door. By the time I got back, the dogs were room temperature, so I put slathered some taco sauce on them before leaving the cafeteria. The spicy sauce kept me from noticing their temperature. Once, one of the other guys ran up saying “Give me a bite.” and grabbed one of the hot dogs I I had three). He took a big bite, and then the sauce hit him. He spit it out, gasping. I told him, “Don’t waste it. If you want some, take some more.” He ver again tried any of my food.