A Very Important 22-Minute Meeting, or, red dogs and espresso porn

"Let's have a Very Important 22-Minute Meeting," said my friend Rob today. "Okay," I said. He turned and strode rapidly toward his office. "I'll drive," he said.

Turns out, a Very Important 22-Minute Meeting is exactly how long it takes to drive to Tully's or Starbucks, get a beverage, return, park, and be back in the building, at the breakroom on our floor.

"There's also a Very Important 91-Minute Meeting, if you want to cross the bridge for GOOD coffee," he said happily, and dived into a lush description of the differences -- viscuous, honey, caramel, sugar, bitter, toasted, burnt, velvet, porous, 1/8th of the way toward whipped cream.

I'm happy to learn these things. Happy to be driven to an Important Meeting. Happy to be drinking an iced breve latte, while my red GoPetsLive dog -- which I downloaded free today -- trots across my screen, lays down on the blogger window, and scratches himself. At night, these pets go visit other pets across the world, and keep a blog of their travels. I hope mine goes to Korea and China.


My GoPetsLive red dog, Hamlet

"You've got to see espressoporn.com," said Rob, after reading this far. "It's safe to view at work."


A pic that coffee-lovers love, from espressoporn.com

This all strikes me as very Seattle, with Korea right around the corner. The coffee. The virtual-pet software. Red dogs and espresso porn. My faith in humanity is restored.

"Would you like to know the least common 4-digit number?" asked Rob.

I first met Rob when I was making kids' adventure games, and he was here as a freshman intern from MIT. He and I spent an entire night hacking, er I mean, decorating Michele McCarthy's (then still Michele Frame) office into an underwater scene, with dozens of foam-core cut-out fish suspended from the ceiling, and foam-core scuba-diver legs kicking toward the surface.