Comments on: Friday Cup of Coffee

By: Glovia

Glovia — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Given all that, you are amazing.

By: Ben

Ben — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Glovia, I wouldn’t think of deleting you, or your entries. I can take constructive criticism, or even criticism for that matter. I do ramble occasionally and I do appreciate an occasional slap on the wrist when I get out of hand. My writing is a mix of an English father, a love of prose, and a childhood case of dyslexia… the mix makes a rather cloudy writing style. I will try to contain myself, but if I get carried away… I would appreciate your comments.

By: Glovia

Glovia — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Funtime Ben. I love your site. It’s interesting and insightful. I will be perfectly honest and you may delete me if you like. Sometimes I totally get you and sometimes I don’t. You are very funny, but sometimes a little Dickens-esque (long entries). Maybe try to stick to one topic per post, just for clarity’s sake. I don’t have a blog and feel like a total hypocrite for saying anything nay about a site I sincerely enjoy reading. But you seemed to invite advice, so there it is. Please keep posting and I’ll keep reading.

By: mebird

mebird — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

On a related, but unrelated note (about teeth)….I was playing with my dog today and he kicked my ass and chipped a piece of my front tooth off! It’s painful (I think there’s an exposed nerve ending or something) and I damn my employer for not providing medical/dental coverage for me in a timely fashion. Anyhow: as always, I love to read your stuff.

By: Rob

Rob — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Nice site, I will visit often.
I too, have an English parent (mother), but luckily did not inherit bad teeth. Sadly, I’ve taken my once beautiful, straight and white gnashers and turned them a nice school bus hue with 20 years of smoking and coffee and chipped and crooked from having 15 years of drunks crashing into my microphone as I sing whatever the latest flavor of the month cover song is in every bar that exists up and down the East coast. I wish I could blame a parent for this motley mouth of hard knocks and stains.