I'm a Blanton's Gold right now. I started with a EH Taylor Barrel Proof... 127 proof. I don't know why I thought that was a good idea. Every little sip, over a 2 hour period - was like an episode of Hellraiser. The universe enjoying my intense pain. My friends are all about anything below 100 proof being for sissies. You know how people smell the nose of a whiskey and go, "I smell vanilla and hints of oak with cherry and blackberry finish..." 

127 proof Barrel Proof EH Taylor has a nose of cobbler's glue and turpentine with a racing fuel finish. It is as pleasant as surprise prison shower sex - with the same kind of dazed, laying on the tiles, sobbing finish. And it is EXPENSIVE AF for the misery. 

I am re-evaluating my friends. 

The issues I have in my esophagus with this kind of rocket fuel, and sometimes cigars, and occasionally hot sauce - makes me a little concerned that I should talk to someone professional about Val Kilmer. 

But I mean - there are SO many ways I've abused my body since I was about 13 - I must be a dozen different ticking timebombs. 

Either that or you're immune to everything at this point.

I think I'm going to head over to that table over there.  Someone get me a glass of Booker's on ice and something from the humidor.

<Slurps down a cup of black coffee....>

The bottom of the cup has a a little quote with a small smiley at the end, author unknown:

" Zed's dead baby!" :) 

<pours another coffee....>

I also toss around the occasional idea that I've actually NOT made it past adolescence, and either this is my dying fever dream the last 40 years happening in 10 seconds in front of a gig on K Street in Sacramento - or that the reality of the simulation might be that like Marty McFly - when you make a sim-ending decision - you actually reset immediately, with no actually memory that you DIDN'T make it... and that could conceivably go on for eternity and you might never know. Or eventually you get to the end of your quest... It took me 35-ish years to finish Ultima III... and my characters died a hundred times or more getting there - but at the end of it, THEY didn't know they had died. Every time they died - they just snapped back and the next time avoided the mistake that got them un-alived. 

It is Tuesday, so no drinks for me. I got a busy week ahead of me. 

Sat Jan 10 2026 17:56:58 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

Either that or you're immune to everything at this point.

I think I'm going to head over to that table over there.  Someone get me a glass of Booker's on ice and something from the humidor.

 

I will 2nd that. 

Wed Jan 14 2026 01:51:51 UTC from ParanoidDelusions

I also toss around the occasional idea that I've actually NOT made it past adolescence, 

So, being done with me lasted 2 rooms? 

Wed Jan 14 2026 15:04:22 UTC from ZoeGraystone

I will 2nd that. 

Wed Jan 14 2026 01:51:51 UTC from ParanoidDelusions

I also toss around the occasional idea that I've actually NOT made it past adolescence, 

"Time Ladies and Gentleman Please!"

"We've had your glasses - now get off your ars*s!"

<looks at watch>  [it's just gone midnight GMT zero/London]

Blimey, i better head home to my little cot...

Seeya next weekend guys!: <trip-recovery-monkey_face> 

Agreed. I was drunk. It was time to go home. This probably didn't help my cause. 

"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"

"Ask a glass of water."

I think I've drank too much tonight to accurately parse this. 

This may be part of the problem. I tend to log in here when I've had too much to drink yet I'm aware enough to know, "I need to get off mainstream social media to somewhere a little safer." 

In related news - when I first logged on, it said, "account not found," 

And my first thought was, "Well, I finally did it. Ig had enough of my shit." 

Seriously. I wasn't even shocked. I tried again. If it hadn't let me in - I would have sadly moved on - banned from yet another "no censoring," site for being beyond the pale. 

Sat Jan 24 2026 16:41:49 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"

"Ask a glass of water."

"The door is ajar!"

"The door is a jar?!!"

Hey who's got time to "parse" when there is hell to raise and rabbles to rouse, (and songs to sing, and friends to cheer...)

Yeah i still havn't got my head around that last one.

I will meditate on this profound koan from IG as soon as i get home.

For now though: 'on with the bar-room philosophy!!'

Slainte!

*sitting in a corner booth nursing a pint and observing the room while eating my bangers and mash*

Good authentic English Fish  Chips are fantastic. But of the 3 - we haven't yet mentioned that a Kidney Pie is the actual sweet spot. 

Fri Mar 06 2026 15:43:03 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

I'd rather have fish & chips actually

Yup. Very strong flavor. Lots of iron. When you speak of "peasant" food - this is the sweet spot. That and blood sausage. 

Just like the American South - the food with the most flavor comes from the poorest quarters made from the worst leavings. If you ever get the chance, try it, at least. It is a strong taste. If you like wild game, you'll like Kidney Pie. They drown it in gravy and the kidney is just little bits and kibbles. It is mostly potatoes and vegetables and sauce. So good. 

Fri Mar 20 2026 14:03:01 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

Wait ... like, from real kidneys? eeeewwwww

You gotta travel with me. Try the thing that makes you go, "Nope." My experience is, 6 times out of 10, you'll love it. The other 4 times, it is 50/50 between, "Not for me," and "Donde es el bano?!?" 

It is worth it. Americans are so timid about what they'll put in their mouths. 

Wed May 06 2026 09:05:22 EDT from IGnatius T Foobar

I don't mind trying new things, but I think I'll stick with my buffalo wings for now!