Yeah, and when the talk turns to science, it sometimes becomes critical to be not only smart, but well read in some specific area, which I worry can have a chilling effect on the broader conversation (i.e., "no, I don't have a fucking citation for that, FSMdammit!"). But that's not because I "deserved" to be posting I just like to talk a lot (whether virtually or in RL).Įven here, in the endless thread, it can be very intimidating just because the regulars all know each other so well on top of being so damn smart. Whereas I jumped in pretty much as soon as I started reading here. I lurked here for ages before getting the stones to start posting regularly. I would never really accuse y'all of bragging! By pixelfish (not verified) on #Ĭaine you follow my link? I was really just being my usual sleazysalacious self, riffing from the "short bus" metaphor to the fact that Shortbus is the title of a racy movie¹ (one of the few examples, apparently, of a legit, non-porn film that includes unsimulated sex scenes). One drink every month or so equals Raging Lush to a Mormon Mom. Cue the lecture about my alcholic Uncle David (uncle through marriage) and how I'm following in his footsteps and how I might die all alone like Uncle David.
(I was at a writer's retreat, and was clueless as to what what she was implying at first.) Mom kept harping on my "Canadian friends" until finally I said, "What are you talking about, Mom?" Silence for a second, and then she bursts out with, "Rum!" I can't help giggling and pointing out that rum is probably more Caribbean than Canadian. She found out about one of my drunk episodes from my little sister, and called me up to ask about my "Canadian friends" that I was getting rowdy with. The funniest part of all this: My Mormon mother is convinced I was on the road to alcholism. Can't have caffeine most of the time because of tummy issues. Never had pot, except via second hand smoke. PZed: Your substance habits are just a smidge more strait-laced than mine. I made sure he understood the difference between propane and cocaine forthwith. My son thought this was tremendously exciting and told all his friends that I'd been arrested for having cocaine in my luggage. I have little to add to the how-to-get-high discussion, except to tell the story about how I once got stopped by TSA for having a camping stove with fuel (I thought it had an external fuel tank, but it was internal and had about 1/4 cup of Coleman fuel).
#MARKMYWORDS REDDIT YES OR NO SKIN#
I look forward to such people attempting to take personal responsibility when their skin breaks out with the "asshat" label right across their forehead and discover that it's untreatable and caused by some random genetic mutation. Nothing like total asshats with no medical or behavioral health expertise determining that everything is a personal responsibility issue. Hooray for Celtic, and can we reach through our computers and kill the bozos with the anti-fat jokes (from the RFID thread). Nowadays, I tend to pop into the pub, read the printed newspaper, and have a pint ( a, as in one). And except for the odd beer during university or squidmasstime, I didn't drink more often for some years. I drink beers and wines (including fortified (port et al.)) and whisk(e)ys and brandys, but essentially no mixed drinks or cocktails or so on. I've tended to assume my tolerance of pipe and cigar smoke is due to one of my parents who smoked those (but not cigarettes) when I was quite young that parent eventually kicked the habit. Weirdly, I don't mind pipe or cigar smoke, but manufactured tobacco cigarettes, and to a lessor extent, hand-rolled ones, and joints, drive me to distraction. In fact, I need only two fingers to count the times I (knowingly) tried pot: Once in some brownies (zilch effect), and one puff on a joint (started coughing incessantly and that's the only time I ever tried smoking anything). Despite being a child of the 60s and having come of age in the freewheeling 70s, I've never done any illegal drugs except for pot (encounters with which I could literally count on one hand)Įssentially the same here.