Brent Cullimore

I like coffee, and when I need it, I need it now.

I have an electric pot that is powerful enough to dim the lights a little when I turn it on. I imagine Homer Simpson snoring with his feet resting on the control panel. When I turn on the coffee pot, an alarm sounds in Homer’s control room, startling him and making him knock over his coffee as he rushes to add compensating power to the grid.