Pumpk'd

This morning on my Facebook page, I posted this:

Do you follow me on Facebook? Why the hell not, fool?
Or thank you very much, as the case may be.

I enjoy pumpkin-based comestibles - to a point. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin cake, even pumpkin soup (the secret is freshly grated ginger). But at this time of year people start going crazy over some overpriced concoction from Starbucks called a pumpkin spice latte, and I don't get it.

I freely admit to an anti-Starbucks bias.

I would have carved out a slice for the Apple Store,
but basically, yeah.

The appeal of the corporate coffeehouse culture eludes me. More fundamentally, however, I'm just not a fan of so-called "coffee drinks." Milk, sugar, chocolate shavings, and whipped cream are all wonderful things, but they have no business mixing with the noble coffee bean. I like my coffee the way I like my men: strong and black.

Diamonds optional.
Also, Beloved Spouse is neither black nor particularly strong.
But it's too good a line to go to waste.

But I know a lot of people who disagree with me. Rabidly. I mean, I know people who probably would, given the chance, change their Facebook relationship status to "sucking face with Pumpkin Spice Latte." Those people are going to hate me for posting this:

It's not easy to pack 410 calories and 10g of saturated fat into a cup of coffee,
but Starbucks is willing to do it and charge you five bucks to drink it.

I respect others' coffee choices. After all, I think PB&J vodka is among the greatest inventions of the 21st century. Your mileage may vary.



Note to self: Possible to inject vodka into Uncrustables? Investigate.

Anyway, the pumpkin spice latte is what inspired the photo and accompanying caption on my Facebook page. Minutes later, someone sent me this.

/ferceperm

All right, now.

First: Saying it in Ermahgerd does not exempt you from being beaned with a pumpkin.

Second: Can we all stop using Ermahgerd soon? We've had a good laugh, but enough is enough. Our guinea pig's middle name is Ermahgerd, for crying out loud. In a couple of years she's going to feel like all the kids whose parents named them Rainbow and Miracle in the 60s.

Third: If that drawing doesn't prove the zombies-Starbucks link, I don't what know what does. Seriously, that is frightening.

Fourth: Did she become zombiefied in 1986? Because that's the last time I saw anyone rock the baggy sweater with paisley vest look. Maybe she was bitten by Nancy Reagan.

Fifth: I just now realized: The pumpkin spice latte is the McRib of the coffee world, isn't it?

Anyway, enjoy your pumpkin spice lattes, devotees of pumpkin spice lattes. I'll stick to plain coffee and flavored vodkas. Both of which are available year-round, by the way. Mmmmm...cheap, plentiful drugs.

And whatever you do, don't offer me one. I would most likely find it delicious and become a zombie.

Ermahgerd.