I’ll be needing that bucket now

For reasons that I don’t really want to belabor too much, I happened to be listening to Rush Limbaugh this morning as I was passing by the new Wal-Mart that opened yesterday in Juneau. As I was wishing for the fortuitous meteor strike, Limbaugh started pimping mail order coffee. More to the point, he was ejaculating about a maple bacon blend from an outfit called Boca Java.

Maybe it was the effect of my bias against the pitchman, and maybe it was the fact that I was driving past the third horseman of our local economic apocalypse, but something about the notion of maple bacon coffee seems terribly, terribly mistaken. I really don’t know if I’m going to be able to eat solids today.