Just... Zombie Movies *sad violin music*

I broke up with my coffee maker last night. We had a huge fight and I kicked it out. It was not living up to its end of our arrangement where it would make coffee for me every day and I would drink it all. Well, I feel a little guilty leaving it now, as it had become terribly incontinent- but this could have all been avoided if it had just done its coffee maker kegels regularly like I kept telling it. I even gave it literature to read on the importance of coffee maker kegels, and I ran a white vinegar wash with a double water rinse through it regularly to keep it in tip top condition but it was lazy & ungrateful, so all that precious silken sunshine coffee was just spilling all over the floor, wasted. Such a shame for such a young coffee maker with so much potential. We both cried and I agreed to let it take Neil's favourite office chair and some of the canned goods so it could make a good go of it. I wished it bonne chance and told it that I was sure that the garbage men would take it home. It was a kind lie.

So I'm in market for a new coffee maker. I'm on the fence over whether I want a ye oldie percolator (best coffee possible, but a pain in the arse) or maybe the kind that you set a timer for and coffee is already made when you get up in the morning, or maybe a tassimo... nah, those are too fancy. Orrr, do you know if there is a coffee machine called the super-pneumonic-coffee-O-tron? If so, point me that-a-way. I'm looking to move on up.