The orginal Artemis spoon is real nice.

I wish I would
have brought
mine down, dammit!

There was only one Artemis spoon.

Um, oops,
yeah...

I meant Greenman.

I think.

I turned a flamethrower on the wagon tonight,
fer all the wrong reasons. What a xitty week.
Glassy isn't pissed,
she's walking me through it.
Bless her.
I'm wreaked.

Why, when you get xit sorted,
does a landslide of shit hit you in the lap?

At least I get it and I hope to sort meself this weekend.

Fuck.

Ain't too bad,
my typing's good.

I take pride in language!

And grmmeerr.

Why didn't you call me. I could
use a slide down the spiral myself
as of late.

I dragged my
feet off the bottom
of the wagon last
Saturday night a
little.

I didn't enjoy it.

And life ALWAYS
throws xit at you,
it's just a question
of the timing.

I'm going to my 20 year high school reunion tonight. I plan to get schnockered so I can sit through 100 people showing me pictures of their children.

Happy celebrations, Sweetie. In 55 mins I am off for my neigbour's party. There should be soon our 10 year high school end reunion but as always it will not happen.

Dogs can breed, Nymph.
It's not an accomplishment.
Parents just have this need act as though it were.
They have to cope with the fact
that they endured 20 hours of searing, full-body agony
with a sliced-open taint
only to be saddled with the onus of being unerringly kind and comforting
to a being that will not be capable of a shred of gratitude for any of that
for the first 30 years.

Console yourself.

Usual routine party-12 glasses of Finlandia Cranberry Fusion and lots of various eating. Quite satisfying. If still in the realm of sobriety.

I took it out for one last spin today, ice cream and groceries. For an oil burner, it sure is a head turner, god I'm gonna miss that car, I can't believe I let it go. I'm already dreaming about winning the lottery, so I can buy another one.

I bet you win! At least, artists should have that privelage.

I started to drive past a gas station (a novel thing for this car) when I decided to swing in and buy a powerball, if I hit it, I'll never drive a different model car.

I'm drowning my sorrows in something called Pacifique, creamy, tastes a little like bubble gum. The wife's on a vacation tour, I may stumble in here in the next few days and vent my frustration.

I want another one, damnit!

Pacifique is not pastis? I have heard lots of good reviews for. I am thinking what to drink for the time being.

It's not pastis, no, no, no.

Yeah, I have checked. Pacific is less popular than Ricard, but more artisanale. So, that Pacifique is not CO, God forbid?

I hate cars, but I love cars.

The thing about Pacifique is that it has some qualities that make me think of preban. You can tell what it would taste like if you could age it 90 years.


Grate wormwood too.

I bet from now on you have to. How are the sales going?

Oxygenation or maderisation shall give it that 90 yrs aging.

Bless Glassy, indeed.
She's a gentler woman than I.
She's due her props for that and more.
Blessings on you, too, Junior.


That actually explains some stuff.
How depressing.

Yeah, explains why
I went to
bed @ 10:30.

Not even a little, though it should be.

All the best cookers of the U.S. shall unite and show profiteers™ where is their place!

Havin' some xitty Chilean Merlot 2006 and genuine Polish plonk-even xittier.

Maderisation occurs in tannin rich wine. There won't be much maderisation in absinthe (unless, maybe, it's matured in young oak barrels or sumpin, but who'd do anything like that?).

*a hand is raised in Poland*

I am talking about the process how Starka is made. It is called in Polish "maderyzacja", so might be confusin'.

FWIW, you put Starka in oak for 5-15 yrs in 12 degrees Celsius, but some part of it is kept in 40-50 degrees Celsius for three months, what lessens the time of aging by 1/3.

If talking about wine, sometimes grape wine is added to the final stage to mellow much more. All in all, age some in oak for 10 yrs and the rest via "maderyzacja" and the result is just as that of 15 yrs. Quite young, though, but still.

I don't know about motherlsuckya. Maderisation implies oxidation of tannins.

If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance
Baffle 'em with BoggyTits.

I am able to make gold outta xit sometimes, so improvin' some benefits the rest.

There is a gold into
xit scene in The Holy
Mountain by Jodorowsky
that really needs a
viddy.

The reunion was a hoot! A Botox vendor's wet dream.

You run w/your
own crowd.

Pfffft. That stuff is for amateurs. I plan to have more face lifts than Phyllis Diller.

Clock is tickin'.

It could be worse. I could have a scarred, hairy venomous arse.

Some just have
all the luck.

And live further
south.

It's been a weekend. I worked my ass off in the yard today. Not that it shows.

Worked on the trailer a bit. I got the bike in it yesterday by m-self. Nice to be able to do that without hurting said self.



Beer me.

This is no bullxit:
I envy your full
life w/all you do
and your family.

I hate your
damn music
though.

That's ok. My wife hates my music too.

Prolly just means
you should stop
farting in bed.