Ah yes! Problem noticed, problem addressed. That's what it's like to be king, kids.

For several months I have enjoyed the French Press Mug by Planetary Design which combines a french press and a mug into one bulbous purple jug of coffee happiness. Its only problem is its sheer and total bulbous-ness, which prevents proper storage in a car cup-holder, and which has led to numerous hot and embarrassing lap related mishaps (much like those encountered by a lad in his youth when he first discovers the primal joys of coffee). I toyed with the idea of constructing some sort of adapter (after first acquiring the necessary skills in rubber molding that this would require) but soon learned of an alternative. There was, I discovered, another french press mug, only recently made available. And so, after only two day's wait for shipping, I am now the proud owner of the Planetary Design Double Shot Travel French Press Mug, and I am as happy as a French prostitute on Bastille Day. Ah, the adventures I have!

Watched the Flyers lose to the Penguins. Smoked a 5 Vegas Miami Churchill (I love those). Drank Grey Goose and Cranberry since I wasn't drinking Guinness. (I need a better non-Guinness drink. I still love the single malt but whiskey messes with my gut too often. Vodka is easy on the innards but a little boring on the palette. Maybe it's time to finally embrace the vino.) Tonight we shall see what Hollywood has done to Tony Stark.

Consumed ice cream mainly. Smoked a Padron 2000 and a 601 Red robusto. Saw Iron Man, which was very good despite some hackneyed plot points. Also watched the new Doctor Who, which was pretty close to terrible (Doctor's daughter indeed!). Also watched the new Battlestar Galactica, which had a pretty good A plot and a terrible B plot. Read this week's Economist and some Third Reich. Tonight is game 2 in the Flyers Penguins series.

Best news in four years for the Doctor Who revival series. Steven Moffat is responsible for some of the best episodes so far ("The Empty Child", "Blink", "The Girl in the Fireplace"), while Russell T Davies has tried his best to ruin the show entirely. Blech and belch and goodbye!

Mojitos by the rain, a Joya de Nicaragua in the fading light, cheese -- lots of cheese ("Hey mouse say cheese!" "Die bad robots, die!"). Saw Indiana Jones 4 (It was better than I expected, and Shia LaBoeef didn't destroy it, but there was this persistent silliness about the film that I don't remember from the series' other installments, a sense of it as little more than a big budget kids' movie. It's certainly more pacific than the others; I don't think a single person gets killed by a gun in it, and Indy's iconic revolver appears for only a split second. Most of the death scenes are bloodless and amusing in some way. Several scenes sucked colossally, as anyone who's seen it can point to, proclaiming with awe and gazing upon with wonder, as upon the very Ark of the Covenant, the great and unholy suck of those scenes. On the other hand, Cate Blanchett is good as the crazy Russian psychic lady. The campus chase scene is nice. Um... so yeah.) I also played a little Portal, Valve's wacky puzzle game, which was fun for about 30 mins then started to make me sleepy. After that I read a bit from Lacey's Great Tales from English History (a good incidental book as each little chapter takes only a few minutes), and then some Rise and Fall of the Third Reich. What the hell, it's better than writing JavaScript.

Ah, so this is what happened to Indy 4. Yesterday was sleepy. Watched a few old X-Files episodes, read some Third Reich, played some Portal and some Crysis.

Now this is the kind of future I want to live in! Not only would I have my own robots, I would have my own monkeys to control them for me. That's right, a whole harem -- er, collection -- of monkey controlled sexbots -- er, robots -- to pleasure -- er, service -- er, serve me, yeah....

Watched Lost, lots of Lost. This one guy, this creepy little guy, moved the island by pushing around a giant frozen ceiling fan. A-and this other guy was dead! And the boat blew up and sank, and this one actress was really hot. And another one was too. But before that I watched The Signal, which was actually pretty good once I realized it was a violent, horrific, gore-splashing, torture-porn comedy. Hilarious! While that was happening I ate corn on the cob, which I found delicious. And I smoked a fantastic Don Pepin Garcia Cuban Classic toro. And I drank Perrier from a six-pack of Perrier I bought at the supermarket. Also I finished Portal (which is a great little wacky puzzle game) and played some more Crysis. Whew.

I don't know why but I find this funny. StumbleUpon is another in a long list of social networking sites that for some reason I feel compelled to investigate then promptly forget about. The only reason I ever return to most of them is to get them to stop sending me annoying email "updates".

Yesterday I watched some stuff: BSG was pretty lousy (it's no wonder Adama sailed out on his own in the dinghy: for years now he's been hounded and harangued by crazy broads who cite "visions" as their sole motivation for bizarre and often violent behavior. Why is it that only chicks get wacky visions in BSG-land? Well, also Baltar, but he's kind of a chick. A-and turns out -- what a surprise -- that secretly impregnating robot prisoners is a fast track to promotion aboard the Galactica. That and hiring that wormy guy with the imaginary cat to pick the next president. Democracy in action, yesh!). I also watched Vantage Point which did little to improve my opinion of terrorists.

Yesterday I ate pizza and drank Guinness. Yesterday I smoked a Don Pepin Garcia Blue toro (that Don Pepin sure can build a smoke stick, damn!).

Yesterday I read some Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, which did little to improve my opinion of Nazis.