I can count the number of drinks I have in a year on 1 hand and still have leftover fingers.
Non drinker of alcohol and a bit of a proslytiser of the same. Alcohol is bad for humans (never mind this glass of wine a day bilge-water; the good comes from the grape juice, not the alcohol).
Moreover, I can't afford to loose any control over the precarious grasp I have on my mind; I'm quite daft enough as it is.
Though I do cook with the stuff. Mmmm. Crêpes Suzette; Bananas Forester; Flambé....
I'm a proslytiser, ossifer. Hic.
I drink, and I'm a bit of a proselytizer myself. Alcohol is not bad for humans. Alcohol can be bad for humans; of that there can be no doubt. But if a person can't see, let alone articulate, the difference between a man enjoying a glass of Ch. Latour at Taillevent and a bum swigging a jug of Thunderbird on a Bowery curb, there's a problem at play that's far worse than anything that can be caused by booze.
Now I know a lot of folks who have had problems with alcohol or other substances, but their troubles are a manifestation of their own iniquities rather than the fault of the substance itself. It could just as easily be (and often is) gambling, cigarettes, or a host of other vices. Mind you, if I say the problem is their's, I don't want to sound coldhearted, but it's a problem they have to address themselves, and they all know it. I feel bad for anyone in such a situation, as it can often be quite a hole from which to extricate oneself. I also don't mean this as a pejorative, as alcohol is undoubtedly one of the most difficult substances to enjoy responsibly. Not everyone can do this, and those who can't shouldn't. Still, it can bring an extraordinary amount of pleasure to one's life if used correctly.
Oh, and if you cook with alcohol, you are consuming it. I used to think that 100% of it would burn/boil off, as its boiling point is 172F, but recent tests shown otherwise.
Oh, and if you cook with alcohol, you are consuming it. I used to think that 100% of it would burn/boil off, as its boiling point is 172F, but recent tests have shown otherwise.
Yes. Well, in fact, I knowingly and deliberately did not divulge the entire truth. In fact, I rarely do.
The truth is that I am, in fact, an Aardvark and I come from the planet Glom. We Aardvarks from the planet Glom routinely only tell the truth, whilst not revealing all that is true. In so doing, our literature has become the most prized of all texts in near-by-space. For our literature, in lieu of simply giving away the plot, characters or other such devices, chooses to obfuscate even the simplest of nouns in a labyrinth of truthful deceptions and veritable deceits. A quotation from our most famous work entitled :
"That which, though may, is only possible. Yet the one with, choosing this over that, can see murkily through the glass. Holding the rose, it sniffed whilst exhailing a potion of class."
Note the subtleties! The narrator, an unknown, tells of "the one with", whom is unidentified. The action, contrary at worst, elegantly allussive at best, is ascertained not by what is written, but by what the mind thinks may be written. Stunning.
This very post is being written so as to conform to Earthlings' style of clear, concise language; a very different sort is my natural script. If ever the chace arises, seize it and travel to the planet Glom where live the Aardvarks. The experience has been called inescapable.
I am not a drinker but I see the great fascination with alcohol here. I have absolutely nothing against it, just not a fan of the taste of most stuff. I will sample stuff to the effect of 2 drinks a year maybe.
Yes. Well, in fact, I knowingly and deliberately did not divulge the entire truth. In fact, I rarely do.
The truth is that I am, in fact, an Aardvark and I come from the planet Glom. We Aardvarks from the planet Glom routinely only tell the truth, whilst not revealing all that is true. In so doing, our literature has become the most prized of all texts in near-by-space. For our literature, in lieu of simply giving away the plot, characters or other such devices, chooses to obfuscate even the simplest of nouns in a labyrinth of truthful deceptions and veritable deceits. A quotation from our most famous work entitled :
"That which, though may, is only possible. Yet the one with, choosing this over that, can see murkily through the glass. Holding the rose, it sniffed whilst exhailing a potion of class."
Note the subtleties! The narrator, an unknown, tells of "the one with", whom is unidentified. The action, contrary at worst, elegantly allussive at best, is ascertained not by what is written, but by what the mind thinks may be written. Stunning.
This very post is being written so as to conform to Earthlings' style of clear, concise language; a very different sort is my natural script. If ever the chace arises, seize it and travel to the planet Glom where live the Aardvarks. The experience has been called inescapable.
I stopped drinking about 10 or so years ago.
I do enjoy the occasional non-alcoholic beer.....
I didn't quite get all of that, as my hat is currently out being re-foiled.
I would say +1, but apparently there is nothing left to add.I would agree with those sentiments and only add that there is nothing left to add.
Yes. Well, in fact, I knowingly and deliberately did not divulge the entire truth. In fact, I rarely do.
The truth is that I am, in fact, an Aardvark and I come from the planet Glom. We Aardvarks from the planet Glom routinely only tell the truth, whilst not revealing all that is true. In so doing, our literature has become the most prized of all texts in near-by-space. For our literature, in lieu of simply giving away the plot, characters or other such devices, chooses to obfuscate even the simplest of nouns in a labyrinth of truthful deceptions and veritable deceits. A quotation from our most famous work entitled :
"That which, though may, is only possible. Yet the one with, choosing this over that, can see murkily through the glass. Holding the rose, it sniffed whilst exhailing a potion of class."
Note the subtleties! The narrator, an unknown, tells of "the one with", whom is unidentified. The action, contrary at worst, elegantly allussive at best, is ascertained not by what is written, but by what the mind thinks may be written. Stunning.
This very post is being written so as to conform to Earthlings' style of clear, concise language; a very different sort is my natural script. If ever the chace arises, seize it and travel to the planet Glom where live the Aardvarks. The experience has been called inescapable.
While I was in college. This post would have made sense while under the influence of LSD or mushrooms.....my 2 favorite drugs of choice On beer 7 right now