Michael Kindt's Blog, page 111
August 1, 2015
So delicious.Drinking my green tea, baby. If I go a whole day...
So delicious.
Drinking my green tea, baby. If I go a whole day without drinking it, I actually feel…odd. Not ill exactly, but unlike myself. There is a strange, gnawing thirst that my imagination (or perception) tells me is coming out of my bones and no other drink will make it go away, though pure water helps the most.
It isn’t caffeine-related. If I drink a pop or something else caffeinated it doesn’t help. In fact, caffeine from other sources has been making me jittery lately, so I’ve pretty much switched to caffeine-free root beer for a sugar fix. And coffee only smells good.
I wonder what’s in it that I need so bad? What inspires that weird craving, that desire to simply feel normal? I have all the classic signs of an addict.
I lay down money for my green tea, too, actually importing it myself directly from Japan. The shipping is nearly equal to the cost of the tea itself, which is high-dollar stuff even in Japan. I will skip bills, be late on rent, anything but running out of green tea. I can’t even read the packages it comes in, but know what I get: Shincha (Spring tea), Kabusecha (shade tea), and one of the most expensive teas in all of Japan, Gyokuro (jade dew), which I am drinking now.
As I sit here Saturday morning making my monthly purchase from Shizuoka Prefecture, I have discovered a way around the high shipping costs: buying in wholesale amounts. Like, getting it by the damn bale.
Has it really come to this point? Is my addiction really so out of control that I’m actually on the internet buying a BALE of green tea?
Yer darn tootin’ it has.
*goes and gets debit card*
July 30, 2015
Q&A
RULES:
Rule #1: Always post the rules
Rule #2: Answer the question from the person who asked, then write 11 new ones.
Rule #3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
I was tagged by godfatherofgreenbay
1. Have you ever gone cow-tipping? No.
2. What’s your biggest pet peeve? Peeling hard-boiled eggs.
3. At what age do you consider a person to be old? Why? 70; psalm 90
4. If you could only eat one thing in the world what would it be? Rice.
5. Do you think a vampire can acquire HIV? No.
6. If a person has no teeth than they get turned into a vampire, would they be able to suck blood or would they have no fangs? What?
7. What’s your favorite kind of drink? Green tea.
8. Would you survive a zombie apocalypse? Why or why not? Yes, because zombies are not real. Plus, I am surviving the “head down generation”, i.e., the Millennials.
9. What’s your favorite book? Catch-22.
10. What is your biggest fear? Death.
11. I’m painting a mural on my backyard and I don’t have any ideas, do you have any? Sarcastic Sistine Chapel.
Eleven new questions:
1. Be honest; how much tv have you watched in the last 7 days (in hours)?
2. What was the last book you read cover-to-cover?
3. Do you speak a language well other than English?
4. When was the last time you masturbated?
5. Have you ever been drunk in the middle of the day when no one else knew you were drunk?
6. What was the last thing you stole?
7. Have you ever skinny dipped?
8. Have you ever had sex in public? When? Tell us more!
9. What is your middle name?
10. Have you smoked pot in the last 24 hours?
11. Is your current romantic relationship just a way station until something better comes along? Be honest!
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July 29, 2015
"I expected this behavior from a lawyer, or even a politician. But a dentist?"
- my son, on the soulless cretin who murdered Cecil the Lion
On our walks now, we smell for death.
Of course, they’re dogs and always smell for it, hoping to roll around in it. As a human in possession of a soul, death kind of bugs me. This is why they are on leashes and not me.
On Saturday, my cat of 8 years disappeared. She has vanished for a day, perhaps two, but never this long. I fear the worst, but hope for the best. I remember those news stories of the cat gone for months or even years showing up clear across the country.
I haven’t moved, so she should have it easy. Please come home!
As we walk, I got one eye on the streets, on the actual asphalt, looking for red smears that would now be black. I would recognize her fur, even in gory clumps.
“Kitty, kitty,” I call, but only half-heartedly.
I’ve been to the shelter twice. I’ve talked to some neighbors.
Nothing.
“Kitty, kitty?”
The only facial/headal hair he had at all were a couple of eyebrows, both of which were disgustingly exposed, I might add.
I’m never buying a donut there again. Exposed eyebrows? EBOLA!!!
I’m retching just thinking about it. And just imagine the wiry, unkempt nest that must be his pubes. Sure, they’re in his pants (unlike mine), but they’re still there, existing.
I can’t get them out of my mind. Brb, showering again.
Today at a bakery I saw a completely bald dude wearing a hairnet.
I shit you not. Have we gone far enough? Or not far enough? I mean, at this point, why not make everyone in foodservice wear hazmat suits? I don’t trust those surgical gloves they have to wear these days either. I think the use of hands should be foregone entirely in favor of sterilized tongs and hooks. And us customers are gross, too. We should all stay home and soak 24/7 in hydrogen peroxide.
Jesus Christ, America. A bald guy forced to wear a hairnet? Get a fucking grip.
July 27, 2015
Johnny - Understand Your Man
Johnny - Understand Your Man
Here’s what I looked like today. I was drinkin tequila then like...
Here’s what I looked like today. I was drinkin tequila then like now.
However, since I’m leaving the internet for a few days, I have to think of another post because I don’t want my mug lookin out for 2-3 days.
I’ll think of something.
By the way, hello, I’m Mike :)
"The devil is not as black as he is painted."
- Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
