2/22/11

Feb. 22nd, 2011 06:42 pm
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My local speakeasy got in a case of Aecht Schlenkerla Rauchbier -- just the Weizen, but I ain't looking a gift horse in the mouth -- and so I am spitting right in the face of my allergy and having one, because it's worth it.

I can feel the angry hives rising on my body as I sip. And it's so worth it. Mmmmm.

Now I want a nice piece of fish for dinner. Maybe some arctic char, or wild salmon. Hmmmm.
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2/16/11

Feb. 16th, 2011 11:41 am
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Apparently I have lost 8 lbs since last Monday. Nevertheless, I cannot in good faith recommend the infected tonsil diet.

2/16/11

Feb. 16th, 2011 10:44 am
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Dear offensively perky Starbucks barista,

Yes, I suppose that the next time I come in I could say "Venti Refresh" instead of "large mint tea". However, as we don't live in the Harry Potter universe, I will not.

With utter sincerity,

Me

PS. And, for the record, "Venti Refresh" is actually more syllables than "large mint tea", and is therefore not easier, despite your excessively cheerful chirping to the contrary.

2/8/11

Feb. 8th, 2011 12:44 am
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Hey Olaf! Chicks think metal sexy!

Wings

Jan. 23rd, 2011 03:25 pm
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You'd think feathers would be warmer.
Wings

1/23/11

Jan. 23rd, 2011 02:35 pm
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Apparently some models have problems wearing nothing but their underwear, some feathers and the steel skeleton of a hoop skirt when it's 20F out. I don't understand their problem. I'm out here in a T-shirt and jeans and I'm just fine.

The wind is a bit nippy though, I'll grant you.
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8ga

Jan. 22nd, 2011 05:21 pm
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Got a hardware upgrade at Infinite today.
8ga

1/8/11

Jan. 9th, 2011 12:15 am
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My friend Rev's birthday cake. The candles are his birthday in binary.
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ETA: The candles were my idea.

1/1/11

Jan. 1st, 2011 11:41 pm
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At a Hooters, watching the UFC, eating cheese fries.

I am the American dream.

1/1/11

Jan. 1st, 2011 12:20 pm
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I have achieved caturation. All three cats are in the bed with me, all in separate corners, each pretending that the others don't exist.

There is some metaphor here about dating or international politics or something, but I just woke up and I have to pee really badly, so someone else can make it.
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Most dreams, I accept, are weird. In fact I would posit that it's the mundane, humdrum dreams free of singing octopi and flying peppermills that are the weird ones.

Still, my dream last night was crazy and offputting enough to qualify as not just weird, but weirdest.

So I was in Manhattan, when I came across a diapered baby, who was bipedal despite being too young to walk if this werenlt a dream. He was also of variable size, sometimes normal baby-sized and sometimes small enough to fit behind a set of law volumes or squeeze out of a slighly open window..

So the baby had a Magoo-type tendency to get into trouble, walk out into traffic, etc., and so I was constantly rescuing him from peril and trying to reunite him with his parents...

... who turned out to be the Palins. Yes, as in Sarah Palin. Who, seeing that I had a strong bond with young Jack, hired me to be his nanny.

Yes, I became a professional Palinsitter. Wacky hijinks ensued involving Rottweilers, open windows, dirty diapers etc. It was like I wa trapped in some awful direct-to-DVD "family" comedy that might feature Eugene Levy as Uptight Hotel Manager.

Eventually the dream fast-forwarded to years later, when young Jack Palin was the star of Nickleodeon's latest teen sitcom, and he and I were hanging out on set. Which is creepy, since I would be almost 50 by then and all his costars were teenage girls, but I had no concept of that in the dream.

I can only assume that someone spiked my chamomile tea.
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It is whiskey week at the local dive bar, and it is possible -- just possible -- that I may have ordered a tasting flight too many.

In possibly unrelated news, my teeth are numb.

Before this all dissolves into a drunken haze, as the last few shots have yet to hit the ol' metabolism...

Old Potrero 18th Century: Spicy as all get out. Fierce, uncompromising, minimally tannic. Delicious.

Hudson (Tuthilltown) corn whiskey: Smooth, mellow, well-rounded. Best corn likker I ever had.

Hudson corn whiskey Manhattan, with Vys(?) vermouth and Fee Brothers orange botters (2:1, generous dash of bitters): Fucking delicious. Strong orange character, and the corn liquor's rough edges are perfectly balanced by the vermouth's mild fruity/herbal front-end.

Michter's 10-year single-barrel rye: Mild caramel nose, some weak banana esters, spice and tannins foremost. Strong, complex, delicious.

Michter's 25-year single barrel rye: Wow. This was too much for me. intense caramel nose, but all I got out of the back end was vicious tannins with the faintest hint of plum and spice. Might be good with some water, and worth a second try, but on first blush not worth thr $44/shot. Might have to regroup and try again a other day.

Georgia Moon corn whiskey: BEEP BOOP BLIP! DANGER WILL ROBINSON! DANGER! AVOID! AVOID! AVOID! PURE POISON! I AM DOING THE ROBBIE THE ROBOT ARM MOVEMENTS!

Ezra Brooks mumble mumble slur drunk drunk bourbon: Delicious. Strong plum and vanilla nose. Rich mouthfeel, medium spice with fruit and mild tang. Smooth, like a less complex, less spicy Blanton's (in a good way (though I still love Blanton's)).

Onclusionc;
: That was a lot of whiskey on a stomach that hasn't seen food in over 10 hours. Here comes the rain again, if by "rain" you understand I mean "being drunk with my cats worrying about me".

Here is a random picture of a glass of Chivas Regal, which I did not drink tonight.
Whiskey week

Ew.

Dec. 1st, 2010 01:57 pm
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Called in sick from work today. Sore throat, fever, stuffed nose, etc. Slept for thirteen hours, more or less. I have also had the most amazing night sweats. Woke up at 4am, 8am and noon totally drenched in sweat. I changed my shirt each time and each time I woke up I could wring it out and had to change it again.

I don't even want to know what my bed linens smell like.

The cats, of course, are thrilled I am around.

Dinner

Nov. 16th, 2010 08:35 pm
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Yum!
Dinner

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Cadavers are fun!
Tonight's activities

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As requested.
Another view

Mr. Blond

Oct. 16th, 2010 04:28 pm
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I have some new hair.
Mr. Blond

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"Hello, Shop-n-Bag."
"Hi, do you carry chestnuts?"
"What?"
"Do you guys sell chestnuts?"
"Chestnuts?"
"Yes. Chestnuts."
"We're on Walnut Street."
"Yes, I know where you are. I want to know if you sell chestnuts, the food. Fresh or in a jar."
"The food?"
"Yes. Correct."
"Is this a joke?"
"No, this is not a joke. I want to buy some chestnuts. As in the nut. That grows on the chestnut tree. That you eat."
"Let me check." *hangs up on me*

10/5/10

Oct. 5th, 2010 09:37 pm
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The fanciest dishes that I have ever purchased come in their own little hatbox, tied up in a bow with a satin ribbon. Why do dishes need a ribbon? I do not know.
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