The very foundation of my day has been shattered: my coffee shop has closed. Actually, it’s been closed for about a week, but the effects are just starting to take their toll on me. It was a small shop, mere steps from the office, but the coffee was good, cheap and strong. They knew what I liked, we had our routine down, and it had been that way for a long time.

Now they’re gone.

I’m a Cancer; a creature of habit. I don’t like change. There are tons of places to get coffee in this area, but only two that are on my path to work (read: don’t require me to cross a street out of my way). One has decent coffee, but the guy that serves it creeps me out a little. The other has really good coffee, but they practically ignore me every time I go in there. I was the only one in there this morning, and I swear I waited about two minutes before they even acknowledged that I was standing there. Not OK!

There’s a Starbucks on the street too, but I’d have to not only wait in their long lines, and well, cross the sreet. I bet you didn’t know I was this anal retentive, did you? Also, it’s Starbucks, and the coffee tastes like crap. I guess the only thing I can do is hope that another coffee shop moves into that location, or else I might have to change jobs.

I was on the Mac Roundtable Podcast this week with Adam Christianson (of The MacCast) and Ken Ray (Mac OS Ken). We chatted about User Groups, iPhone, WWDC, and various other Apple-related topics.

It was a lot of fun, although my Skype kept giving out and dropping me. Maybe I need to make some kind of sacrifice to the Comcast gods in order to get a stable connection these days.

We’re cleaning house. This is all personal stuff that we’re getting rid of, and it’s just gonna end up on Craigslist anyhow!

I love my job, I really do. But if the Mythbusters ever decided they needed a female host (that knows absolutely nothing about mixing ballistics gel or building samurai robots) it would give me a moments pause. Ryan and I have become obsessed with Mythbusters - we probably watch two or three episodes a day now, or at least try to. We quote them in daily conversation (”I reject your reality and substitute my own!”), I have a huge girl-crush on Kari (how are you so freakin’ smart, dammit!) and I wish that Jamie and Adam were my surrogate fathers. Or maybe my awesome, crazy uncles.

I do, fortunately, have a couple of ties to the show:

This is a photo of the Mythbusters’ van in front of my apartment, about a year ago. I have no idea why they were there, but I was very excited. I didn’t see anyone from the Build Team, though. Sigh.

We also had Grant Imahara on Buzz Out Loud once to talk about cell phones on airplanes, and if they’re dangerous or not.

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And finally, my favorite ninja in the world was on!

Basically, this is the greatest show on television. If you’re not watching it (of your own free will, anyway), I would almost say that you can’t really call yourself a true geek. This show rocks. OK, obsessive fangirl babble is done, thank you for listening.