wait, is it possible to register at a liquor store? I totally would have done that. Instead, we opted out of registering anywhere and encouraged people to buy us gift cards to the Apple Store, and helpfully told them where their local Apple Store was. that worked out well for us.
posted by wRitErsbLock at February 16, 2008 06:31 PM
Honey, the need for the liquor store comes LATER in the marriage. Right now they are drunk on love. ;)
How 'bout I pretend I'm getting married and send you a list of preferred spirited liquids to gift wrap for me.. err, I mean us ... I'll even pretend to send a thank you card for you generosity
;-)
.... you are bailing because of a lack of comments?......
..... sure, it is irritating, but hey, look at the greater scheme of things...... who was your first commenter?..... how long had you been blogging when you got your first comment?.......
..... you know, while I respect you and your ideals to the utmost, I will never truly realize why it is that you fancy this girl so much......... her hair isn't even HALF as dark as it should be...
I don't fancy the idea that Brad Pitt's poker has entered the buildin', but Joe has a decent eye I'd say. Not that you don't now, put it back in holster, or garage, whichever you're totin'...
What I'd like to see, is do the curtains match the drapes...
Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry.. Sage avdice. That's cool, but who giveth the advice? A wise man, or the herb? Or was this bit of wisdom the result of ingestion of an herb?
Let me further suggest to you: Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry OR THIRSTY.
Just a handy bit of counsel as I sit here drinking large glasses of gin and grapefruit jice, and chowing down on this, and also this. Yeah, you read that second one right... Cherrry and Chili. Lemme tell you that this shit rocks.
I don't believe I will inteniotnally buy anymore tanqueray. Not that it's bad, but I've experienced something I never did with Sapphire or Stellar. Too much gin in your glass is not a bad thing, with those two beverages. Well, I don't really think it's too bad when you accidentally poir too much tanqueray, either...
See, and if I DON'T go to the grocery hungry I don't come home with any food.
But then again, I'm sorta "special". ;-)
And so you know...after last weeks cookie spree and this weeks chocolate spree I never EVER want to hear another WORD that could be misconstrued as negative regarding cheesecake. And I don't mean the visual kind...got that buster?!?! saboteur my ass!
You should stick with vodka. You're even MORE entertaining with a few of those. (insert evil laugh here)
Sweary bits included
BITS??? Bits... apparently bits doesn't mean the same to you as it does me. LOL... I actually thought a bit of sweary was safe for work. LOL... man, one day I'm going to learn. You never cease to catch me off guard T1Guy
LOL :-P
Was George Carlin the announcer for that fuckin' flick? At times during the viewing, I thought it sounded like him, but I mostly fuckin' thought it was some other fucker impersonating him. Fuckin' figures. Ahhh hell, who gives a fuck. Fuck it.
Well, the error wasn't an SS issue, or anything interesting like that. I had to go back through all of my check stubs, but I finally found where it occurred.
My company has never paid for moving anyone before. This "error" was a part of that. Basically, they "paid" me an amount that, after taxes, would leave me with my allowance amount... which was originally going to be cash.
It's all straightened out, now, but it cost me a good part of Friday night trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Again, if you don't save your check stubs, you should rethink that...
You can go to paycheckcity.com and plug in your W-2 amounts, do the annual calculation, and see if you're going to be short on your FED and CA withholding. Hopefully, your company grossed up your taxes (paid them on your behalf) so that you don't owe.
Didn't sleep much last night. Not sure why, other than my brain never shut off. I'm not saying that it ever actually engaged... it was just stuck in the "ON" position.
Today, they're calling for rain. I type this as the sunlight blasts through my blinds. There are plenty of clouds in the sky, so there's a decent chance that it will happen later... it rained off and on for most of the night. Normally, that's relaxing...
I lay awake for long periods of time last night, just thinking. I'd been over to Eric's site, earlier, and he always seems to make folks think. Well, think and wonder. Whereas, I just tend to make folks wonder. Anyway, I was thinking about a post he had written about his dad and lessons he taught, and I got thinking of my childhood... and then my thoughts really started to wander.
While pondering lessons learned as a youngster, the rain falling steadily, I found myself thinking of the hog barn and the sows farrowing. And then the radio playing softly in the background, to keep the hogs at ease. The radio was set to WMAQ, 670 AM... and this was long before it became talk radio. It was still country at that time. "WMAQ is gonna make me rich!!!" They also played the White Sox games on air.
All night long, someone would be out in that barn, with the Statler Brothers, Dolly Parton, Crystal Gayle, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and other country "greats" sharing the warm smells of fresh straw and newly hatched piglets. The last year we did this, I remember "Every Which Way but Loose" was a hit... Eddie Rabbitt.
Now I'm thinking of the rabbits that we used to raise. Both for meat and show. Ma used to do some serious butchering on some rabbits. She and my pa had fined tuned it, and when Pa passed away, it didn't slow her much. Skinning and butchering were an art form.
Same with ducks and chickens (I thought I'd blogged it before, but I can't find it)... you get her and my (third) cousin's ma together, and they were a force to be reckoned with. (Yeah, that's a preposition hanging there...) They'd have tiles, field tiles (which are round tubes), standing on end... that was to bleed them out. Cut a head off, stuff'em in a tile, cut a head off, stuff'em in a tile. Next thing you know, they'd have'em dunked (in boiling water) and plucked. Then cut and gut... washed out, bagged, and you've got chicken in the freezer. 'Twas an impressive sight...
Ma and a good friend of hers also set up another disassembly line, once those little piglets got older. CASTRATION. One held the little boar wannabe, while the other sliced, stitched, and disinfected. Luckily, there was no saving of the oysters. I remember listening to the squeals of the little bastards, and then, once they were put down to go on their way, the new barrows walking away like nothing had happened.
I thought I heard thunder, but I can't tell if that's a train, or if it really is one of the gods whimpering. (The gods aren't nearly as vocal, out here, as they are back home.) But the thunder gets me jamming on one of my all time favorite tunes. I've been listening to this album alot, lately. It's a great way to jumpstart your day.
Now Eddie Rabbit is back... and I'm stuck with his tune. It's not a bad song, but c'mon... jumping between Slayer and Rabbitt? Raining Rabbits...
What the hell was the point of this yammering??? Oh yeah, I didn't sleep much. Perhaps I'm a little delirious. I don't know.
Eddie Rabbitt. Slayer. My Ma... the Rabbit Slayer.
Thank you for attending this morning's services. Don't forget to pay me your tithes and offerings.
Cookies will do, too...
Second thought: Maybe the message of this post was, "Don't jack with my ma. You'll be cut up and in the freezer before you know you're dead."
Castration. Now that brings back memories of my childhood. Only I was the poor bastard who had to hold the little boar hog still during the cutting. And the scrawny little ones would bite me on the thigh. Man, that was a bloody, shitty job.
Nicely Done!! You nailed your descriptions! And the clip - nice touch! Although, I don't remember our rabbits being quite so gifted in the song and dance department... You didn't mention the running of the rabbits and chickens, "post axe". Now there is a sight... Ah, good times, good times.... :)
lil' sis
Spear and Magic Helmet? Yes! Ma-gic hel-met! And I'll give you a sam-ple...
Damn... I'm seriously craving some molasses cookies. I ran over to the store, and bought some Pepperidge Farms Soft Molasses cookies. They're good, but not my great grandma's cookies. I'm seriously jonesing for some that are just like Grandma's...
Meantime, I'll just eat what's left of the bag. Just so they don't go to waste. Ditto the bag of Dark Chocolate Brownie Cookies that have somehow made their way here. (I saw "Dark Chocolate," and I blacked out.)
Ah, suppose I better go back to cleaning... and drinking beer. And eating cookies. And reading blogs.
Once upon a time I asked Mr Husband to go get me some of those very same cookies and he had no clue what I was talking about. I ended up with ginger cookies instead, which in retrospect was probably the better choice since I was terribly green with morning sickness at that time.
Anyway, thanks for mentioning desserts. I knew I should have covered my eyes the second I saw the word "cookies".
I just found a container, in my lunch box, that had held tuna helper. It's been in there for a little over a week. I knew it was going to be nasty, but I had no idea what to expect. Criminy...
As I popped the lid (it smelled like a frickin' litterbox, just after Toonces had dropped a duece), I had a revelation: cat shit reeks the way it does because of fish... especially tuna.
'Course, then I realized that I was overthinking it, and that cat shit stinks because it's shit...
I'm soooo worried about you. Really. On more levels than I care to expand on in a comments section....but DUDE? Tuna Helper? Leftovers? WTF are you doin' out there?!?!?! gah....
and so you know....the only thing worse smelling than cat shit is left over tuna.
blech. yick. damn.....I can almost smell that from here!!!
oh, and YOU? Overthinking something? huh. whoda thunk? ;-)
i love that you not only shamelessly ticked off some time pondering the many shades and nuances of shit odor, but that you found more time to pen it here. beautiful memories de la caca, thanks bud.
posted by at February 1, 2008 08:00 PM
i love that you not only shamelessly ticked off some time pondering the many shades and nuances of shit odor, but that you found more time to pen it here. beautiful memories de la caca, thanks bud.
Here's a tip that is actually useful... rather than the other "tips" I post.
Do you keep your paycheck stubs, as you should? You may want to check something out. And if you don't save your stubs, for Gott's sake, do it!!!
Paychecks in our company are administered through ADP, so they are nice and tidy, no confusion. You've got earnings, and deductions, giving you your net pay. I check mine each week to make sure they're correct. However, I don't usually check the YTD amounts... something that is changing.
I had started to fill out my 1040 today, when I realized, I haven't gotten my W-2, yet. I got someone else's, but not mine. That's not a problem. However, once I got started, I wanted to figure out roughly what I would get back, so I grabbed my last pay stub of '07.
Looking at the YTD amount, I knew something was wrong. I added up all of the YTD earnings for Regular, Overtime, Bonus, Double Time, and Holiday, and discovered a minor error. 10g's, in error. And HIGH...
Sooo... that means that had I not noticed this, and if the amount is the same on my W-2 (which I'm sure it is), I would end up paying in nearly 2 grand for taxes... when I should be getting that much back... as they only took taxes out for what the earnings actually are.
I guess I could have saved you the time that it took to read all of that, to say this: Save your check stubs, and check your last check of the year against your W-2's. Do some math, and possibly, save some cash.
The thing with this is, I had no benefits until January 1st. I'm trying to figure out why my total earnings say that I've made 10 grand more than I actually have... and I only worked for them during the last quarter of the year.
Sadly one must check every detail because honestly you never know when someone will hit the wrong decimal place when entering an amount or adding an extra zero or even missing a zero (very likely what happened here *sigh*). Or when a company's algorithm has an error. It might be that way for a whole lot of people!
T1G,
Did you get some money for relocation? If so, that is taxable income to you. It would hit Boxes 1, 3 & 5. We put ours in between the Dec 15 and the Dec 31 paychecks. There may also be a special amount listed in Box 12 or 14.
It's good that you are checking though. Most people only look at the last pay stub of the year, and the first one of the next year.
Just before my house finding trip out here, my Ma picked up a Garmin c330 Street Pilot. That thing was sweet! I wasn't stuck driving 'til it looks right (which is more exhausting than you can know), and we got here with no problems. Finding gas stations, restaurants or hotels was a breeze.
My Ma has been traveling up to Madison quite a bit, and I told her that this would be a great way to learn the area. She agreed. And, of course, I was right. She thought it such a great idea, that she bought me one so that I could learn my way around here. And it's come in handy.
When I got the thing, I just followed the quick start up, and got it running. I never really explored the thing until I was downloading updates for it, and I saw "voice update." So I did a quick check, and sure enough, there was a selection of languages, both vocal and text. I noticed one that said, "British English." I chose that, and I've been driving around with the damn thing on, everywhere I go.
To the bank, 2 miles away. To the store, just around the corner. Even to work. I can't hope to get lost going to these places, but I take it anyway. I hear and obey...
OK, that's just weird, because the British English on MY GPS sounds kinda like Sean Connery, only less Scottish. I guess they decided they needed to UPDATE and IMPROVE on the newer models.
I picked British Daniel. I have no idea who his voice is.
Once, however, it fell onto the side floorboard of my car, during a long trip alone. I forgot it was there... and it came time for a turn and British Daniel spoke and I about came out of my skin.
I wish he detected cops. I got a ticket that trip. Most totally sucked...
That reminded me of my Xmas gift I got for the house, phones. I set them up in Spanish and told the story that I had got one heck of a deal Xmas eve from some guy outside a strip club. I was having a good time with it until the Post called with a freelance assignment & left it in Spanish. Now my wife is wearing me out.
I'm liking this new job. The people are cool, the company is successful, and the owner and management take care of you. They're real folks, and they really do care. But they've got a different way of getting things done...
I've jokingly referred to it as "building a house to fit a door." They are trying to incorporate new ideas, and add new products, but their order in setting things up has been... strange, to say the least. It works out, but, as the pirate with the steering wheel in his pants says, "Yaaarrrrr... It's driving me nuts." Though I meant the "house" comment figuratively, today it became quite literal.
We got in a shiny new ladder on Friday, of the type that is usually attached to walkways, platforms and catwalks. Today, I was asked to check out the ladder, and then take a look at the machine where it was to be mounted. I was talking with a maintenance man, and it soon became apparent that there is nothing to attach it to. Not that we would have to install brackets and mounts that were on the way... I mean, we were asked to design a catwalk and platforms to go with the ladder.
What the fuck, over???
Maintenance guy looks at me and asks, "What do you think?" And before I could stop myself, I told him that it was the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. Luckily, he laughed and agreed.
I've heard of building to suit, but this is frickin' nuts...
My last remaining blog faddah, Harvey, has torn himself away from his other blog long enough to tag me with another stupid meme... one that claims you have no life if you've seen 85 of these movies.
I've seen it before, and ignored it, but being the outstanding blogson that I am, I decided that I'd do it for the old bastard.
SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 movies, you have no life.
Mark the ones you've seen. Copy this list, check the movies you've seen, add them up, and include the number in your post title.
(x)Rocky Horror Picture Show
( ) Grease
(x)Pirates of the Caribbean
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
( ) Boondock Saints
(x) Fight Club
(x) Starsky and Hutch
( ) Neverending Story
(x) Blazing Saddles
(x) Universal Soldier
(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
(x) Deep Impact
(x) KingPin
( ) Never Been Kissed
(x) Meet The Parents
( ) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
(x) Joe Dirt
( ) KING KONG
Total so far: 12
( ) A Cinderella Story
( ) The Terminal
( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
(x) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumber & Dumberer
(x) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Final Destination 3
(x) Halloween
(x) The Ring
( ) The Ring 2
( ) Surviving X-MAS
(x) Flubber
Total so far: 17
(x) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
( ) Practical Magic
( ) Chicago
(x) Ghost Ship
(x) From Hell
(x) Hellboy
(x) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
(x) The Whole Nine Yards
( ) The Whole Ten Yards
Total so far: 23
(x) The Day After Tomorrow
(x) Child's Play
( ) Seed of Chucky
( ) Bride of Chucky
( ) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Just Married
(x) Gothika
(x) Nightmare on Elm Street
( ) Sixteen Candles
(x) Remember the Titans
( ) Coach Carter
(x) The Grudge
( ) The Grudge 2
(x) The Mask
( ) Son Of The Mask
Total so far: 30
(x) Bad Boys
( ) Bad Boys 2
(x) Joy Ride
( ) Lucky Number Slevin
(x) Ocean's Eleven
(x) Ocean's Twelve
(x) Bourne Identity
( ) Bourne Supremecy
( ) Lone Star
(x) Bedazzled
(x) Predator I
(x) Predator II
( ) The Fog
(x) Ice Age
( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
( ) Curious George
Total so far: 39
(x) Independence Day
(x) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
( ) Darkness Falls
(x) Christine
( ) ET
(x) Children of the Corn
( ) My Bosses Daughter
( ) Maid in Manhattan
( ) War of the Worlds
(x) Rush Hour
(x) Rush Hour 2
Total so far: 45
( ) Best Bet
( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
( ) She's All That
( ) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
(x) Mars Attacks!
(x) Event Horizon
( ) Ever After
(x) Wizard of Oz
(x) Forrest Gump
( ) Big Trouble in Little China
(x) The Terminator
(x) The Terminator 2
(x) The Terminator 3
Total so far: 51
(x) X-Men
(x) X2
(x) X-3
( ) Spider-Man
( ) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
(x) Jeepers Creepers
( ) Jeepers Creepers 2
( ) Catch Me If You Can
(x) The Little Mermaid
(x) Freaky Friday
() Reign of Fire
(x) The Skulls
(x) Cruel Intentions
(x) Cruel Intentions 2
( ) The Hot Chick
(x) Shrek
(x) Shrek 2
() Shrek 3
Total so far: 63
( ) Swimfan
(x) Miracle on 34th street
(x) Old School
( ) The Notebook
( ) K-Pax
(x) Kippendorf's Tribe
( ) A Walk to Remember
( ) Ice Castles
(x) Boogeyman
( ) The 40-year-old-virgin
Total so far: 68
(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King
(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Total so far: 74
( ) Baseketball
( ) Hostel
( ) Waiting for Guffman
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
( ) Devils Rejects
(x) Elf
(x) Highlander
( ) Mothman Prophecies
( ) American History X
( ) Three
Total so far: 76
( ) The Jacket
( ) Kung Fu Hustle
() Shaolin Soccer
(x) Night Watch
(x) Monsters Inc.
(x) Titanic
(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
(x) Shaun Of the Dead
( ) Willard
Total so far: 81
( ) High Tension
( ) Club Dread
(x) Hulk
(x) Dawn Of the Dead
( ) Hook
( ) Chronicle Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
( ) 28 days later
( ) Orgazmo
(x) Phantasm
(x) Waterworld
Total so far: 85
(x) Kill Bill vol 1
(x) Kill Bill vol 2
(x) Mortal Kombat
( ) Wolf Creek
( ) Kingdom of Heaven
(x) The Hills Have Eyes
( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
( ) The Last House on the Left
( ) Re-Animator
(x) Army of Darkness
Total so far: 90
(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
() Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor
Total so far: 95
(x) The Matrix
(x) The Matrix Reloaded
(x) The Matrix Revolutions
() Animatrix
(x) Evil Dead
(x) Evil Dead 2
(x) Team America: World Police
(x) Red Dragon
(x) Silence of the Lambs
( ) Hannibal
Total: Breakfast cereal
or 103
None shall be tagged, but if you want to kill some time, you can feel free to lift it.
You never saw A Bronx Tale??????? You must absolutely change that around and see it, immediately. Netflix, Amazon...it matters not how. Just, please...promise me you will.
Nope... no "A Bronx Tale," "Big Trouble in Little China," or "Sixteen Candles." I promise I'll do my best to rectify that, at the cost of having even less of a life. :)
LOL, and this doesn't even count for the times you watch the movie more than once. Face it... none of us have a life according to the post. Sheesh... thanks T1Guy.. I'll send ya my therapists bill.
;-P
I'm with AWTM, "Boondock Saints" is one of DH's favs and while I'm not a violent movie fan, this one ROCKS!
By the way, I matched you 103. Club Dread? Didn't miss anything. But "Waiting for Guffman"! LOVED that movie! Guest is just brilliant. "Mighty Wind" and "Best in Show" are my two all-time favorites however. Just brilliant! DH can't stand them (and Spinal Tap was torture), but good for a laugh!
Tammi, who is directionally challenged... severely, was gifted with a Garmin. While she's ecstatic, she's also a bit concerned that she'll run a bit low on blog fodder, now. I don't think she needs to worry...
LOL.. only bad thing about having GPS is losing a good excuse of why you didn't show up. I suppose the "ran outta gas" or "had a flat tire", still works. ;-)
Though while my folks were visiting they about drove me over the edge (pun intended) playing with their Garmin. After all, I *live* here. I know how to get to the store for Gott's sake. Gah...
It's a beautiful day here in central California. Local warming has brought the temps into the mid sixties, and there's a nice breeze blowing. 'Tis a good day to get out and about, or if not, at least have the windows open. I've done both.
Other folks have had the same thoughts as myself... all day long I've been hearing the pleasant roar of motorcycles going by, most of them heading down Herndon Avenue, a mile away. And while I was running errands, I got to see a couple of large groups
Head east on any east/west street in this town, and you'll see some decent shots of the mountains. Currently, their peaks are covered in snow, and there is a dusting of snow down into the foothills. From what I've heard, the snow doesn't usually come down this far. I'm appreciating the fact that it has.
As I said, east/west streets have some great views, but my favorites are Gates and Herndon. One of these days, I'll remember to take my camera with me to get a shot or two for you folks... maybe even roll some video, Eric-style. You'll be envious.
Envious... that kinda brings me back to the whole point of this post.
So I'm listening to these bikes, and I can't help but feel a little covetous. After all, my bike is back in 'sconsin. And it will be awhile afore it makes its way out here. (Not to mention, the whole deal with those bastards at the DMV. Nyah, nyah, to them... I've still got my Illinois license, which is good 'til July.) Damn, I miss that thing...
It's been on weighing on my mind lately. I've seriously thought of selling the beauty and using the money to help buy a house. But the more I think on it, the less I feel I can do it. I feel... actual pain.
That bike has been with me for damn nigh onto 12 years. I got it in July of '96 (a couple of pics below the fold), and have put about 52k on it, and most of that was in the first 8 years. These last few, I've not had a chance to ride it much.
That bike has been out to Sturgis a few times, and has been on some incredible rides. Heheheh... you may remember one of them down to Tennessee. It's been ridden through Wisconsin winters, and Midwestern deluges, Illinois hailstorms and western deserts. I remember parking it so that I could check in to a hotel, and looking out to see it rolling backwards, blown by the gusting winds that had forced me to stop for the day. I've never hit the thousand mile day, but it's been close many times.
When it comes down to it, I don't think that it's possible for me to get rid of that bike. I think I'd be getting rid of a piece of me. And, while I can't say that I remember the first time, any time I've lost part of me, it's not felt good. I'm not about to embrace masochism.
Ride on, those of you who are lucky enough to be out there. I'll be joining you in a couple of months.
Here she is right after I bought her.
Here she is, just ten months later. She's sporting new sheet metal (including 6 gallon tank), and a stage III engine mod. I took it to Kutter's ride in bike show, and took second place.
I don't have any recent pics (maybe Eric might), but she's still sporting the same paint. I've taken some of the happy away... the rims and lower forks have been powder coated black. She looks mean, now...
The way you've talked about your bike since I've known you, it surprises me that you would even consider selling it. Hell you're stories about you and the bike have made me want to look into buying one for myself.
Honestly, I think you would regret selling it if you did. It might not be right away, but sometime down the road you would.
Hey, you can build yourself a banjo. As I understand it, they used to cover the heads on banjos with cat skin. The Japanese equivalent (the shamisen) is still made with cat skin.
Dude, we're Blown Eyes. Not only can we probably get someone to smuggle each of us a bottle if we make puppy dog eyes at them, but I'm sure we could also probably knock back a neat shot or five and still manage to remain quasi-bipedal.
What makes absinthe absinthe is, like any other alcoholic drink, simply the ethanol it contains.
Ascribing mythical properties to certain types of alcoholic drinks is an ancient and erroneous pastime. Drink enough alcohol in any form and you get drunk and sick. Go beyond that and you risk death by alcohol poisoning.
By the way, "absinthe" does not require a capital "a" unless it comes at the beginning of a sentence. Sorry, I'm on a grammar binge lately.
No problem on the grammar, Mark. But 90% alcohol rates a capital in my book. :)
Myth or not, traditional absinthe is not legal here, or in some European countries, because of the thujone content. I think it's a crock, but my thought doesn't really matter.
It's been awhile since I've posted a review on beer or an alcoholic nectar. Well, I've got a couple of minutes, so I thought I'd hook you up. A beer drinker's wine review.
Tonight's beverage of choice is Blackstone Pinot Noir, and it comes in a bottle that seems to empty rather quickly. 'Course, most folks don't drink wine by the pint glass.
I'll skip the stupid aroma and taste shit, and just tell you this: This is good shit, Maynard.
Blackstone Pinot Noir ... as in Monterey County, Sonoma Reserve, or California?
I wouldn't want to have to drink 3 bottles to figure out which you recommend ... could prove to be a "who gives a shit what I drank I'm too wasted to remember" night!
;-)
Hmm... not really a red wine kinda gal. The tannins tend to give me massive migraines so I have to stick to the white stuff. Let me know about the taste, because if it's as good as you say it is then I may brave the headexplodie. I tend to shy away from the dry stuff and once I even sampled a Cabernet that's aftertaste was eerily close to cheese (ew!). If it's refreshing, light, and has just a hint of sweetness, I promise I won't turn it into a wine spritzer or a vat of sangria (mmmm sangria).
... you drinking wine?..... just wait till the boys at Fritz's hear about this..... I guess that photoshop of you needs updating!... maybe adding a wine glass?....
One of things that I hate about a shared laundry room is having to empty the lint traps of the dryers. Not that I hate emptying them after I use them, but before I use them. Especially when you find what looks like a small pet residing there. As I did this morning.
Seriously, not every week, but almost every other week, I find a trap packed with hair. It skeeves me out. I try to imagine that whoever used it just washed a dog blanket (from a severely shedding poodle), and didn't throw in the towel that they used while dethatching nether regions.
I may have an over active imagination, though. Seems that there's a perfectly good explanation for the woolen remains... actual clothing made from hair.
*gak face* That's just beyond...
I have no words, just gaggy feelings. I disliked using shared laundry rooms, but in all my years I've never encountered anything like that.
Mr. Husband and I recently purchased our very first w/d pair at a scratch and dent sale. Nearly pissed myself with glee when I called him from the Nebraska Furniture Mart and he gave me the OK to snag them.
Never again shall we use the community laundry rooms.
When we managed an apartment complex I would periodically catch some poor homeless bastard drying (not washing first) a wet blanket or clothing in our laundry room driers. And you're skeeved out???
That is most gag-acious. It doesn't look like any normal ordinary hair, the nice silky Asian variety one makes stunning raven-haired wigs out of, or which may serve as a brilliant paradigm of Photoshop Transplant Artistry...surely you know of who and what I speak.
But THAT? Tis doubtless culled from the recesses of shower drains, where peeps' soapy dirty body muck gets all entangled in the hairy webbage that that clothing appears to be made from.
The urge to vomit is strong when there is but a single hair gone astray and into my meal. An entire outfit made from hair? It's all the throw ups in the world, which ever were and will be, combined into one massive throw up.
Will you stop with these disgusting posts, of doodie in colanders, and clothes made from clogged drains?? I'm asking you nicely.
eww.. that is just a naaaaasty .... just nasty, I say!
But, maybe, on a good note .. it's clean nether region wanderers? Nah.
LOL, gagilarious T1Guy ... this goes excellent with the article I posted on earlier this week.
sayanythingblog.com/readers/entry/hair_dresser/
LOL.. awtm, I know how ya feel. When someone steals your "dainty unmentionables" it grosses ya out thinking of the perv who seems to be enjoying them. I'm lucky not to have to go out to launder anymore and if I'm traveling I'll purchase new dainties before I'd attempt to wash mine anywhere public. To many nasty-assty people out there.
Sheesh.. speaking of stealing panties from the laundry rooms ... Jan 21, 2008 at 2:52 PM PST COLFAX, Wash. (AP) - A man who pleaded to stealing 93 pounds of women's undergarments in Pullman has been sentenced to 45 days in jail.
He pleaded guilty in an agreement with prosecutors after being charged with first-degree theft and 12 counts of burglary in the stealing of 1,613 pairs of panties, brassieres and other women's underwear from laundry rooms.
LOL, I'll go back and check if the pervs name is Mark
Hate to tell you, but that wasn't poodle hair. They are well known for not shedding--probably their only redeeming quality. :)
Now your imagination can roam even freer, knowing there is one less explanation for the little curlies...
(SO glad I have my own washer and dryer!)
lil' sis
posted by at January 21, 2008 08:57 PM
Reminds me of a story I read some time ago. Some guy raised a couple of alaskan timber wolves from pups. Said in the winter they grew a beautiful coat and come spring he and his wife would brush'em out when they started to shed. His wife kept the hair, spun it into yarn, and knitted him a muffler out of it. He said it was really warm and didn't itch at all. The only problem was that if he encountered someone walking their dog while he was wearing it, the dog would go ballistic. Seemed the dogs could smell the scent of the wolf on the muffler and freak out. Who would have thunk it.
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