I am almost in a bad mood. Yes, almost, yes, bad mood. I would like to punch someone, but I think I will just write at them. And I will write in such a way that neither of us knows just what happened. More wine, please. Thank you. Take away the used bottles, will you? That’s a good slave.
Woah. Ok, first of all, there are not a multitude of bottles, and I have no slave, she went home with the other empty bottles. Fact be told, there is one bottle and it is a keeper and no slave has this beast ever entertained. Further, it is not an empty bottle. I wonder at my light weight factor in this. I wonder if it is the heat and the thimble of wine. Perhaps I have been neglecting my nature as a consumer and master of inebriants. Sadly, it may just be age. Really old wine, not me of course… blah. Whatever, this little portion of rotten grape juice has spoiled my nature and lent itself to a feminized aggressiveness that would have a difficult time managing an angry teddy bear. Fluff and circumstance, I will end up taking a dive for no better reason than I really have no choice. There, see what I mean?
Ah, it is a swell moment in spite of my protestations. I am pain free and somewhat free of gravity, should you take my meaning. I am easily offended, and rightly indignant, yet I will hold the war off until the morrow to spare your life and give you a chance at salvation in the here and now should you come to your wits. Yes, something along that course of generosity. That or I could not hit the broadside of a barn if it meant I had to stand up straight a moment longer than a moment and probably think just about as straight.
Oh, I thought, in hindsight, to warn you not to read this. You might gain a malnotion of your own and do something I would not be proud of which we, of course, would have to discuss at the first opportunity in which I could find my legs and head your way for just such an event. Then again, you might decry me the foul this-and-that I may sometimes be and require a PG-13 rating henceforth. Good day.
wow. Just read comments at another blog and am thinking that is what has you going here.
ReplyDeleteAt least you still have the self-control to rant here and not there, considering the wine effects.
Now, I am going to pour some single-malt over some ice. It is very hot here...heh.
Not a bad idea. Shortly after posting the main part, I did just that. What is your poison of choice? Johnny Walker blue was my final ticket to ride, myself. Though Balvenie 12(?), 15, and 20 (give or take on the years, 20 = 22 maybe, or such) have all graced my taste buds, and unlike others, probably will do so again. Sometimes neat, this time iced. Hot, as we seem to note together, is my reasoning for the cold.
ReplyDeleteOh, you mean my rave at the rant house? Yea, ok. I am sure he was wondering what tick got past my collar too. Though I am still a little perturbed, as I felt he was poking fun at my sensibilities. I'll figure it out, get over it, or not, as usual.
McClelland's single malt is what was on sale. I'm told it is not the best, but budget often rules for me. I have acquired a preference for single malt, since they are smoother. Scotch also has a 0 carb content... another plus.
ReplyDeleteI do it neat in cooler weather. Have never tried the blue label. Maybe when this bottle is gone.
0-carbs? If that was purpose designed and not just a curiosity from an age before such things, I would not drink it again. I hate when something is fashionably designed to be diet conscious. My last love went on the South Beach diet, then some other, then finally is trying vegetarianism (which is not allowed in my proximity, as a general rule, unless my curiosity for a dish leads me there on my own and only for a moment). She has gained nor lost a pound no matter what she does, nor do I care so long as she doesn’t try to inflict her food disorders on me. If we were still a thing, I myself prefer a handful of hip and thigh, and I have a generous hand. *grins* And, no, daily yoga does nothing for her that I can see. I do not believe diets work, long term, medium term, or even short term for most. As a fact, I have good (well done) data that indicates diets add weight to all but 3% of participants, any diet in which the participant lives that is. Want to lose weight, then use the will to activate muscle and eat what is needed to do so. People’s bodies can be different, some really work better with protein, some with carbs, and some with various mixes, such as 70/30, 50/50, to 30/70, but it takes dedicated diet management while working out to actually know. A change in lifestyle, not food, is what it takes, as the food will work itself out. Diet foods and schemes will keep you too tired and weak to do what is necessary to actually lose weight.
ReplyDeleteNow, the communist diet seems to be effective, but you have to hand in all your rights, freedom to grace, all but one child, and anything else the state wants, and they hand you 1,500 calories of rice per day of slave labor if you do all they say and they decide it is enough and until after the markets have long since crashed and the international aid dries up due to your nations attempts at obtaining nuclear weapons so that your food goes down to 700 or fewer calories a day, and cannibalism becomes not only fashionable, but necessary. I guess the UN is trying different population control methods in China, N. Korea, and Africa. Though most have some dietary controls to supplement primary thrusts, if not completely “dietary” in nature. Stalin would be proud.
Gee I do go on. Sorry about the rant, but at least it’s out of my head. Mornings, sheesh.
I am on a bit of a budget too, though I save up for some things, and then drink them sparingly. Single malt certainly is a special thing, and I use it sparingly. I am out of Balvenie, but if I am good, I have promised myself a bottle in September. I think it was the 12 or 15 year cask strength that I truly enjoyed, even more than the 20/22/25. The younger was spirited, young, sweat in a light natural sense, and, how to put this, playful I think is the extra nature of it I sensed, felt, experienced! really. For Christmas, I am shooting for a box of great cigars and a humidor, for myself. Enough for one a week for a good part of the year, half or more I am hoping. It is the little things, and if you can buy them in a certain manner, you definitely buy them less expensively. It is just a part of how the rich stay rich, though that type of design is over my head, I can just see it on the “adults” table as I grab a box of smokes and from the height of my footstool. It is difficult to hate people who use there money as a leveraging tool it can be. Besides, the stupid ones end up poor, quickly.
Ranting, but I can’t seem to stop. Or edit. Still almost asleep I think. Dream jabbertalking.
I learned about scotch being 0 carb when I used Dr. Atkins diet 20+ years ago. Truthfully, there aren't many adult beverages I like very much, and scotch was, indeed, an acquired taste. I drink beer or wine on occasion, but am no expert on any.
ReplyDeleteI don't diet any more. Waste of time and unhealthy. I finally have a mindset closer to "eat to live" rather than "live to eat". I still enjoy food and usually eat what I want, only in more moderation. Consequently, I've lost 40 pounds since last October. Feel great, but would still like to drop another 20 or so. It will come in time.
For about 2 years I excercised at a gym 5-6 days per week. Loved the energy, loved the results. A serious back problem made it unavoidable to stop all excercising. Since the back got better, I have simply been too lazy and sometimes too depressed to motivate myself again. I hope to get back to it eventually.