If you know me at all, this is not a big shock.  Interestingly enough, though, I didn't really start drinking it until about three years ago when I visited my good friend Jazzy Dave out in Portland.  Dave introduced me to Stumptown Coffee Roasters and my eyes were opened to the magic that is the french press.  Three years later, I'm roasting my own beans and drinking a good 24 ounces every morning.

On a semi-related note, this past Christmas my parents dug up my favorite cup from when I was a kid.  I remember drinking milk out of it, seeing the frog inside slowly emerge.  Twenty years later, it's just as fun seeing the frog emerge from the delicious dark goodness every morning.