starbuckers.jpg Yes, peeps, I plunged right back into the Starbucks milieu. I got a comment from a raised-fist guy the other day on one of my Flickr Starbucks posts, implying I was a lackey of the corporate power structure, a weaselly ass-kissing toady, fawning at the hems of the evil fat cats by patronizing Starbucks. I've whined a few times about the commercialism that has infiltrated our bloodstreams, but choosing Starbucks as the symbol of corporate deviltry is kind of like taking a stand against the war machine, starting with the Coast Guard. As Vladimir said to Estragon, or vice versa, we have to fill our time with something, and that works as well as anything, or something along those lines. Hi res