E-A-S,
You may want to PM Porkio.
Geography and work are close for you
2.

And welcome to both you Newbians,
and thank you for coming w/wit and
fitting right the fuck in.

Yeah, a bunch of noobs who don't proclaim T hujone as their god and be all end all of absinthe. Good to have you!


Uhh, my bad... not noobs, but lounge noobs. No disrespect intended.

Well, just exactly how did those old absinthe's taste back in 1890? None of us will ever know. Perhaps someone right now is making absinthe that tastes just like it did 120 years ago... I've tasted quite a few, and some of them have been exquisite. OK, so none have tasted exacty like a pre-ban tarragona, but IMHO, in a blind taste test, most would pick the HG over the Antique


Shit, you're an American, everything has to be chilled.
Don't sweat it, I usually add 2 (gasp) big ole' cubes.

-DS

Nice pics, Eire. Damn, you're a callow crowd. Am I the only geezoid in this stack? That would be terrible.

Attention Lounge members over 40: Please wave your bingo cards high in the air so I can see you.

To answer Greeneye's question, my mother, who was hot-to-trot in her heyday, gave my dad a serious run for his money.

The women of my generation have quieted down. My first cousins (amazing women all...now, then, and forever) are married, or middle-aged, or in recovery, or peacefully domesticated lesbians.

Le Gimp, did your grandpa pass on any of his sausage making skills to you? You like to cook, it says in your profile. Tell me: Do folks in TN eat bread pudding? New Orleans bread pudding kicks ass, thanks in part to whiskey sauces that don't wimp out.

Louched, I appreciate the welcome, sir. Thank you.

Mind you, Masque, I'm barely out of the starting gate, but the swirling debate around t-h-u-j-o-n-e perplexes me. I've tried a La Bleue that allegedly contains three times more T. than the UEs contain, and I've also tried the UEs. I don't notice a gnat's difference in terms of secondaries, let alone primaries (or ANY of the "-aries": tertiaries, secretaries, libraries, constabularies, or mortuaries).

DS, I'm relieved to know that in my crassness, I'm not alone. Two cubes of ice for you? Two? We certainly have lowered the property values around here. Lawn ornaments cannot be far behind.

One day, perhaps someone will shoot me a secret missive, telling me what HG is. Or, I can consult the Ouija board.

<raises bingo card>

Welcome. You all seem like a nice bunch of kids.

Now stay off my lawn!

DG

HG is hausgemacht, or homemade.

I'm 47 going on 23.
Gimpy is like, 77.
Zwave is an old ass fucker too.

When it comes to lesser absinthe, i.e. commercial,
I whip in some ice and use the spray gizmo
on the kitchen sink.

And please use the handrail.

My liver and kidneys are hitting 55. Time for the AARP card.

The rest of me is significantly younger (35).

Welcome Yall...

...from a sweet and sinister; swank and disreputable sod!

Chronologically 35, as for the mind...well, that has been deteriorating since 1981.

Hausgemacht? Surely you jive. That'll be a banner day, when I start brewing hooch in this cramped cell I call home.

Cellgemacht.

I'm picturing all you Hausgemachters attending your backyard stills...shotguns in hand...puffing on corncob pipes...pulling the wings off away imaginary fairies. And if that's not how it really is, don't tell me.

Thanks for waving your bingo cards, men. Glad I'm not ze only olde poote ici.

Hey, Nolamour! Where y'at, babe? Was you in town fuh CAW-nival? I might try to make Jazz Fest this year.

Thirty-five...man, that's the age to be. I coulda happily done a freeze-frame at thirty-five. Stop right where you IS, is my considered advice to you.

Don't distill and carry a gun. That's big trouble

"Hausgemacht"! Thanks for that.

I'll be 49 in a couple of months so I guess I out geezer most of you.

-- Der alter housgemachter

Some of us have got you beat, so be of good cheer!

On the whole, I find the aging process hallucinatory, or maybe that's just Alzheimer's kicking in. But there are things about getting older that are quite strange.

I meet people twenty years younger, and I see folks. They meet me, and see an alien life form. Hello, Jupiter, hello Mars, is what they're thinking. Initially, anyway. Of course, once they get to know me, they realize I'm just another one of Saturn's moons.

as long as they don't see Uranus...

(sorry).

Dude, you beat me to it!

DG

And there you've cut to the heart of it. You get to a certain age, and no one's interested in Uranus.

I don't spend much time at Fee verte, something I intend to remedy.

And I just turned 28.

<---------(me raising the old farts bingo card)

I'm 40. Maturin is over 40. So Erase-a-Slate!

And welcome to Green Magus as well.

Nice pix, Deluge, Eire & KingD. Good to see ya! But...what the heck is that bottle Deluge is holding in one of the last shots?

Thats the A.D.N Pontarler 72, one of the (best) local HG styles we've got here!

Nice ta meet y'all



I also enjoy an ice cube or two in my glass. Sometimes, when I don't have very cold water or a pitcher, I just put ice in, a little water & let the ice melt a bit so it's not too watery but very cold. Mmmm...I'm getting thirsty just thinking about it.



Erase-A-Slate: Is that like an Etch-a-Sketch for your life?
Yes! I would like to buy one of those *holding up credit card*

I enjoyed your story very much.

Here is a photo of the bottles in question. I will let you figure out where they came from.

Hrmmm

I edited your image. Not a good idea to post that, IMO - but if you want to repost it on the internet, feel free. I won't change it a second time.

Thanks for the welcome, Xu-Xu.

The Erase-A-Slate was a cheesy, low-tech toy, now long extinct. Brew a pot of coffee and smoke some crack. I'll try to describe it before you doze off.

Imagine a piece of black cardboard, roughly the size a drawing pad -- the eponymous "slate".

Attached to the slate along the top edge and covering the surface of the slate was a paper-thin, translucent sheet of gray plastic.

Using a "magic pen" (actually a wooden stick, sans lead) you would "draw" on the translucent sheet of gray plastic. The pressure of the pen caused the black cardboard to show THROUGH the gray sheet. Presto....a black line on a gray field!

And so you would draw and draw, until you you were sick of drawing. At which point you would LIFT the plastic sheet AWAY from the black cardboard slate and......FFFFfffffffttt! ERASE-A-SLATE.



I would like it very much if my brain worked like that. There are other ways to erase the slate, of course. One surefire way is to haul out the UE and watch the Academy Awards. Which is what I'm fixin' to do.

Advice you should follow. Understand?

Mhhh -- how can you be sure of your parents' actual location approximately 9 months before your birth?

Wow.
Hi there folks.
I've been away for a while and have only now discovered this massive influx of newbies.
Welcome to all of you.
You are well met.

Oh, and Erase-A-Slate:

1) I put one ice cube in my absinthe

2) I live in NYC (for the time being...), as do Porkio and Rimbaud. We've got a pretty damn active NYC Crew, in case you've missed any of our silly party threads.

Howdy to all the new kids! E-a-S, you'll have to attend the next NYC mini-fest. PM me and I'll keep you updated...

E-A-S:

Hard to get more low-tech than an Etch-A-Sketch but there you go. I guess if you go even lower-tech you end up with a pencil & eraser.

Personally, the fun part of an Etch-A-Sketch is getting to shake it up. Sometimes I think my brain works a bit like that. I guess that makes me lucky?

I should've skipped the Academy Awards and focused my undivided attention on the UE. The most stultifyingly tedious three hours in television history! I was all but jabbing pins in my legs to stay awake. NEVER AGAIN.

Lambchop, thanks for the welcome, and I'm glad to know I'm not the only New Yorker around here. And Rimbaud and Porkio too...excellent news. I'll be in touch wit'cha.

Xu-Xu, if your brain can do the Etch-A-Sketch thing, you are very lucky. Maybe my technique is at fault. Maybe I need to shake my brain instead of trying to peel it loose from the slate.

Speaking of peel, our man in the White House has noah peel. With an eye towards November, I'm off to the booths.

ZOTZ!

Thanks. I blame the stress of the last couple of weeks. That will teach me not to

Well, there's always charcoal and a wall.

DG

Or, your case, a handful of shit and a wall.

Good point, my friend.

DG

Um, no.
I won't shake on it.

anybody wanna play:

We are now actively discussing poo in three threads simultaneously.




I love you guys.

It was the first day after Christmas vacation in a 3rd grade class.
The
teacher told the class that each student could tell the class one
thing
they got for Christmas. So, the teacher calls on a girl to come up to
the front of the class and tell everyone 1 thing she got.
"My daddy got me a Bow-Wow," she said.
The teacher tells the class that they are old enough to know the
correct
words for things without using nicknames. The teacher tells the girl
to
try again. The girl thinks real hard ........
"My dad got me a dog," she said.
She sat down and a boy got up and said, "I got a choo-choo!"
The teacher scolded him and told him to try again. The boy thought
hard
and said, "I got an electric train!!"
That boy sits down and a really shy kid gets up and sadly says,
"I got a book" The teacher feels bad for the kid and she asks,
"What was the title of the book??"
The boy thinks very hard. The class waits as the boy is thinking.
Finally, the boys face brightened and he said,
"Winnie The Shit!!"