Well Then, We've In Fact Become One of "Those" People...

One of the army of coffee house liberal elitists.

Did you ever see that really poor movie "Duplex" staring Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore? At a certain point towards the middle of the film, where the "climax" is usually tucked away, there is a scene in a coffee house. Not just a coffee house, but a Starbuck's in Seattle where the inspired come to collectively feign an attempt at profit. Aspring writer's and struggling artists filled the boothes with laptops and napkins and other less common mediums, as our star Ben tried to finish his screen play under the deadline he was assigned. Overall, the movie was rather slow, and didn't do what good movies do best; make you care for the characters they lay out for your acceptace. I blame Danny Devito, as morose as he usually is, he let it slip a bit too loose in this display.

Either way, it lays our scene as appropriately as the next allusion. So, it's round about 5, here on the eastern coast atleast. Which is funny in itself, being as somehow we're both the east coast, and the midwest. I find myself in the Phoenix Coffee House on 21st and Superior, here downtown. I'm not soul searching, or seeking inspiration, or taking part in some lofty and barely relevant conversation... I'm honestly killing time, just waiting around, because at the moment, it seems inappropriate to go home. I'm sure I appear a lot more anxious or discontent than usual, worn through by another long day at the office. Hands shaking, in some combination of poor posture and that bitter white alkaloid known commonly as caffeine. The local legend Daffy Dan himself just made what i'm sure was his 20th appearance of the day, but he is a man of the people and all, and that does require a bit of effort.

While this is usually the oasis from the angst of the office day, we find ourselves sitting here trembling. Perhaps it's because the day was a bit long, or worthless, or daft... But, still I sit here vibrating. Some odd palpitation that starts in the back of my neck, or the spine, or the shoulder, that bounces through the brachium, and manifests itself so obviously physically in the hands. Nothing like a steady hand, to convey a sense of trust.

Back to the reason I'm here. Well, more accurately, the reason I'm not at home deciding what is the lesser of the regular evils to have for dinner. (I think it'll be chinese, chinese has a Friday night feel about it... Also, a Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday/You get the point kind of feel) It's so easy to stray from the point I was making. Racheal, Jay's current signifigant other, had just made her way into town at about 3. Which means there's some rampant entertaining, in the dirtiest variation, going on. Sounds like fun, but not as a spectator and all. I really don't need to hear them going at it for a couple hours, when I can sit here, in a relative state of peace.

That's it for now from here, as i'd successfully burned a good 30 minutes, and can't even consider another topic at the moment.

-Rys4K