Sounds pretty Gay to me. Actually not very pretty, neither.

Grate, you should have told me that a couple days ago. I want a fucking cigarette.

Best of luck with that.

I know it's difficult to tell, but that was sincere.

Never tried it Jack.

I have a 30# bag of rye though.

Let me know how it turns out. Rye is ok up to 10%. Beyond that is gets pretty obnoxious.

Sweet looking ride DS. Glad to hear you did it up right for him.

Charles was a tea toatler, but a nice guy. I worked with him for over 20 years. We went through a lot of downsizings, RIFs, etc and managed to hang on. I'm going to miss him. He was weirder than I am, if you can believe that.

Lots of shit seems to be going down lately. Another work aquaintance (I don't know him like I did Charles) was diagnosed with cancer.

I think I'll have another beer.

He did say, "at least when you're old and fragile."

Wow, this has become the thread of the dead.

My dad just called and my 96 year old great grandma died about 15 minutes ago, of cancer, heart failure and all sorts of shit. She had a stroke a few years ago and that kind of messed her up, but I was able to see her then. She could still at least speak and get around in a wheelchair. She told me that when she died she didn't want some stupid religious funeral (she was a staunch atheist), and then she told me some story about how when she was young she used to climb this silo in Indiana and all these guys down below would stare up her dress and she thought it was funny. She was a tough little old lady. Once she ended up in the wheelchair she would always joke about how she was going to put a big engine on that fucker and drive to visit me in NY.

Posts like that are killing my resolve to quit smoking.

I thought that went without saying.

I'll be lifting a glass in everyone's memory this evening.

Me too -- don't want to take any chances giving anything up! Man, I hate when people interfere and try to run other people's lives.

My condolences to all.

Ditto.

As long as they are not a threat to others I can't see interfering. However, there often comes a time when someone has to step in.

Elmer (FIL) was diagnosed by the neurologist as having Dimentia. Now he has partially recovered (still using a walker or cane to get around) and improving so family members are saying he does not have dimentia but probably suffered a mini stroke. He keeps talking about driving again and the family has backed off from telling him he can't. They will put him back on the street and he will have an accident like my Aunt Ina did when she was 87. She ended up killing two people because no one would take her license away.

Yea, I know. It is a terible thing to tell someone that they can no longer drive. But the alternative is not acceptable.

You're right but he should still have as much independence as possible. There are many different levels of "dementia" and some minor dementia may not impare such things as driving. Also, it may improve some with time if it was a mini-stroke. Only time and careful observation will tell. I wish you luck with it.

Yeah, my great grandpa is still "alive" at 98, but he doesn't have one marble left in his head. He has severe dementia, even gets violent at times. When he's not violent he's trying to type some religious manifesto about how the world is going to end, but of course he forgets what he's writing about 3 sentences in, then forgets he ever was writing anything, then remembers, can't find the paper still in the typewriter and then accuses the nurse of working for satan and stealing his writings. That was two years ago, I don't think he even knows what a typewriter is now. It would be better for him and everybody else if he left this planet physically since he's already gone mentally.

You never told us that you were Absomph's great grand kid.

Well, I'm adopted so he's no blood relative.

That'd be a shame if you found out that you weren't really adopted and your parents just told you that cuz they were ashamed of you. It happened to CeeGee...

I am currently sitting in front of three beautiFULL bottles.
I'm going to have a lovely night.

And at some point, I'm bound to get bored so please call and/or entertain me in some way.

K, thanks.

Abby, I fully expected to be in the same position as you (no, not that position). Wanting to try some new stuff, I ordered one each of the Duplais twins and a bottle of the Ike on Monday, hoping they'd be here by tonight. Unfortunately, my order wasn't shipped until yesterday.
I'm down to one drink each of K53 and Monty. I'll end up finishing them off and then switching to "wish cocktails", which is when you have a sugar cube, a spoon, and an empty glass and you wish you had some absinthe to pour in it.

There's always beer.
And whiskey.
And wine.
And vodka.
Or you could go the SkeetDog path and drink vermouth.

When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into something you don't like to make it more palatable.

Stop whining and eat some sour beer.

Just finished a Suisu No Shiro.
I'm just going to refer to it as SNS from now on because I'll never remember that.

Onto MWE.
Wormwoody goodness.

Black Licorice Tasting Crap™ is not something I'll be drinking this evening.

Last weekend, amidst all the bad beer, I rekindled my love of absinthe.
I'm quite smitten with the little bitch now.

I pretty much can no longer stand that Crap™. Most of it's too bitter or burnt™.

Fuck all of that shit, I just want a cigarette.

Nope. Just have another drink.
Your liver can take up the slack from your lungs.
Redistribution is fun.

My liver reached the point of no hope long ago.

Been on the phone with Raindog.
Onto Sour Puss Verte.
Wheeeeee!

Stick with the booze over the cancer sticks, liver transplants are easier than lung transplants.

Why would anyone wish to pour absinthe on sugar?

I believe it helps keep the sugar burning.

You're EVIL. I'll find that old pack of Kents and smoke a few in your honor.

I don't know, my guess is they're either misled, misinformed, or a college student.

Note that in my post that the empty glass came last in the list and I said pour in it, not on it...

Thank God they shaved another minute.
Now I can do all those things I was always too busy for before.

Sour Puss Verte #2.
I should be at the bar.

Suffering from absinthe poisoning. Water for me.

Pussy.

I predict that I'm calling in sick to work tomorrow.

The mighty flunkeys, er, flying monkeys, landed at my house today....tasting the Duplais for the first, second and third time. Definite foile morte (sp?) look to it. Quite an unusual after taste, the jury is still out. As a comparison, here it is with a glass of Edouard...

Right now I am drinking a bottle of Marston's Old Empire Original Export India Pale Ale. 5.7%ABV

Man! This stuff is good.

Why is that pussy xit brown???

It's in the water son.
that's why it's yellow.

"Uh, to get back to the, uh, the warning that I've received you may take it with how many however many grains of salt you wish, that the brown absinthe that is circulating around us is not specifically too good. Uh, it's suggested that you do stay away from that, course it's your own trip, so be my guest, but, uh, please be advised that there is a warning on that one ok?"

Gravy wavy.