{"id":8519,"date":"2003-01-14T23:45:47","date_gmt":"2003-01-15T04:45:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8888\/2003\/01\/14\/spilling-the-beans-on-coffee\/"},"modified":"2003-01-14T23:45:47","modified_gmt":"2003-01-15T04:45:47","slug":"spilling-the-beans-on-coffee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/2003\/01\/spilling-the-beans-on-coffee\/","title":{"rendered":"Spilling the beans on coffee"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This <a\nhref=\"http:\/\/obhouse.blogspot.com\/2003_01_12_obhouse_archive.html#87401987\"\ntarget=_blank>post<\/a> by Ellyn vonHuben of Oblique House got me to thinking<br \/>\nabout my first experiences with coffee. I use to go to work with my father who<br \/>\nwas an actor and puppeteer in a children&#8217;s theater at the Portland Zoo. This<br \/>\ntheater quaintly called the Ladybug Theater was in the shape of a you-guessed-it<br \/>\na ladybug and had toadstools for chairs (actually more like knee or shin<br \/>\ndestroyers for those not careful moving through a darkened theater). This<br \/>\ntheater was later burned down by the security guard hired to protect zoo<br \/>\nproperty, obviously this security guard had been greatly influenced by the<br \/>\nchildhood song &#8220;Ladybug, Ladybug fly away home your house is on fire.&#8221; My father<br \/>\nuse to drop me off at a Denny&#8217;s while he would go into a bar with his friends.<br \/>\nYou could only nurse a coke for so long to try to pass time so I started<br \/>\nordering coffee since I had observed that coffee drinkers got free refills. I<br \/>\nwas around the age of ten and so I made my coffee as close to hot chocolate in<br \/>\ntaste and appearance as possible by filling it with massive dosages of cream and<br \/>\nsugar. One day a waitress there asked me &#8220;Don&#8217;t you know that coffee will stunt<br \/>\nyour growth?&#8221; I replied in my best geriatric impersonation &#8220;I am 60 years old<br \/>\nand it hasn&#8217;t affected me yet.&#8221; Well the waitress was probably expecting any<br \/>\nreply but that one and left laughing. No surprise that I was an equally strange<br \/>\nkid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This post by Ellyn vonHuben of Oblique House got me to thinking about my first experiences with coffee. I use to go to work with my father who was an&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8519","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-humor"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8519","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8519"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8519\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}