Those of you who have been around me in meatspace know how much I love my megarad mug. I got the first one ever sold and I bring it everywhere until I've drained it of its life-giving mega-caffeine.

As such, it was only a matter of time before I dropped it and it shattered into millions. I did this once, getting out of the car at work, and the handle broke off. Luckily, I was able to superglue it back on with no ill effects. However. this did not remove from my mind the constant image of me getting out of my car, bobbling the mug, and watching it bust on the ground.

Well, a few weeks ago, I got out of the car, I bobbled the mug, and then watched as it busted all over the stupid ground.



I always knew it would come to this.

I bet you're wondering why it looks like I store baby diarrhea in my mug. It's because I store baby diarrhea in my mug. It's how I replenish my power source. Actually, that's what happens when you put cream (left-over habit from the days of my Atkins experiment) into espresso: something about the oily fats or whatever in the cream cause it to go through some odd physical process that looks like I stuck a tap into a baby's ass and poured myself a thick draught of ass-curds.

I was fairly bummed. This mug was huge and awesome and I love it dearly.

Luckily, it happened to be my birthday soon, and Hed and Bloody came through.



VALHALLA!

Somewhere, Steve Winwood is singing a special song, just for me.