Where was I going with this?

Intro posts are smart, so I'm gonna do that.

I haven't really thought up an online "name" for myself on this blog yet, so call me whatever suits your taste. I'm a big fan of nicknames anyhow. This guy is a sentimental sap.

This place is mostly gonna be filled of just my everyday thoughts and experiences. That's what a blog was originally for, right?

This isn't gonna be organized, like, whatsoever. This is a space for everyone to dump their brain juice into.

I was listening to Brian the Sun this morning with my caffeine of choice. This artist dances around my head like a super hero doing flips in my imagination while I'm in a boring car. Sometimes that hero slams their ribs into a sign and I don't see them for a good long while. They always come back; that's what heroes do. Hey, isn't their most popular song called Heroes or something?

You know you're lucky when you make the perfect cup of coffee. Everyone gets one every now and then, or tea, if that's your fancy. Maybe both? Finally adding the right ratio of sugar to milk to bean or leaf juice. Or oat milk, for my cattle juice intolerant folk, or almond, or cashew. Anyway, it means it's gonna be a good day.

Has anyone tried making tea and coffee together? Gut rot waiting to happen probably, but I might try it so it stops circulating a protective wall around any productive thought I might come up with.

On that same train of thought, how the heck did we come up with plant milk? I understand cattle and other juice-producing animals, (Also, hippos don't actually have pink milk. That's their sweat, and I don't recommend consuming it. Is this misnomer still a thing?) but who the heck managed to grind up a variety of nuts (and oats [and seeds]) and added liquid to it and said "hmmm. milk."? It sure doesn't taste like milk. Why didn't we call it a kind of juice? Because it's not juice colors? Why isn't coffee or tea juice?