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Random maunderings
Feb. 19th, 2005 12:36 amIt must be said that, yes, I am drunk.
No that's not the word. After all, it is hardly news to people who read this journal. Drunker. Yes. Drunker than usual. Hmmm... I think it's the cocktails that did it. I can drink cider (oh the fine English scrumpy, a dying breed but I cherish every chemical free mouth full) or real ale (oh, the taste of the hops and the thick feel ofd the yeast on my tongue, surely no man would dare defile the name of beer by applying it so unfeelingly to the chemical mess they produce now? Alas! They use metal kegs! METAL! When all know that old English oak - or at least some form of wood, for they all have their flavour, is the proper way to express your reverence for the drink) or even wine (ah, here I must leave Englands shores though rarely beyond Europe - though I will admit that California and Australia are producing some quite decent and commendable drinks, even for a Europhile like me, but for the very best I simply must stay within Europe; Germany for the whites {French whites never really take with me, though they do make better sweet wine than the Germans}, France for the reds {and, yes, it IS expensive, but you CANNOT stint with red wine! You may manage with a cheap white, but never a cheap red} and ALWAYS France for the Champaigne. No-one can make Champaigne like the French. And always swing round Portugal and Spain for the rose, the verde and the port) but spirits, spirits always get me.
Wow, that was a lot of rambling. I am drunk. At least I'm an eloquent drunk. I do value my gift for this beautiful language. I'd worry about my drinking if my doctor hadn't OK'd it - good man, knows where the line between health and sensuous enjoyment of life must be drawn.
I still have questions of home_of_usher's to answer (I really should do the hyperlink but I'm too fuzzy and really do hate HTML. Apologies to all concerned) and I have the answer, but Sitharensor is glaring quite fiercely at me. He protests that I add too much unnecessary religious nonsense and human vague philosophy to the mix. He's also not happy with the language - English was not designed to describe what he needs to say,
I also have the faerie fic that Interlock told me about to finish. It's nearly finished. I've also got a prequel fic on Darren and Rick on alcohol - but I suspect Darren's views are much the same as mine (Mary Sue and all).
I'm also missing my music so badly... I never realised how much I loved, nay, NEEDED trance until I lost it. All I can watch is what's on sky - and they keep putting on this weird "satisfaction" song which gives an unusual insight into the heterosexual mind - apparently near naked, impossibly biog busted women using power tools is sexy. What, DIY wis sexy now? Oh yes, YES, YES!!! BRING ON THAT DRILL!!! PUT UP THOSE SHELVES!!! OH YES! Actually they're all using jackhammers, piller drills and other tools that cause jiggling.
Oh, and there's something that my fiance insists on watching on the Sci-fi channel television which has REALLY TERRIBLE acting. I mean REALLY REALLY BAD. It's hilariously funny that it's so bad. Oh gods, the villain has come on. Oh, it's a killer, so bad, so very bad! Ohg and there's cheesy sex as well. Oh so bad!
No that's not the word. After all, it is hardly news to people who read this journal. Drunker. Yes. Drunker than usual. Hmmm... I think it's the cocktails that did it. I can drink cider (oh the fine English scrumpy, a dying breed but I cherish every chemical free mouth full) or real ale (oh, the taste of the hops and the thick feel ofd the yeast on my tongue, surely no man would dare defile the name of beer by applying it so unfeelingly to the chemical mess they produce now? Alas! They use metal kegs! METAL! When all know that old English oak - or at least some form of wood, for they all have their flavour, is the proper way to express your reverence for the drink) or even wine (ah, here I must leave Englands shores though rarely beyond Europe - though I will admit that California and Australia are producing some quite decent and commendable drinks, even for a Europhile like me, but for the very best I simply must stay within Europe; Germany for the whites {French whites never really take with me, though they do make better sweet wine than the Germans}, France for the reds {and, yes, it IS expensive, but you CANNOT stint with red wine! You may manage with a cheap white, but never a cheap red} and ALWAYS France for the Champaigne. No-one can make Champaigne like the French. And always swing round Portugal and Spain for the rose, the verde and the port) but spirits, spirits always get me.
Wow, that was a lot of rambling. I am drunk. At least I'm an eloquent drunk. I do value my gift for this beautiful language. I'd worry about my drinking if my doctor hadn't OK'd it - good man, knows where the line between health and sensuous enjoyment of life must be drawn.
I still have questions of home_of_usher's to answer (I really should do the hyperlink but I'm too fuzzy and really do hate HTML. Apologies to all concerned) and I have the answer, but Sitharensor is glaring quite fiercely at me. He protests that I add too much unnecessary religious nonsense and human vague philosophy to the mix. He's also not happy with the language - English was not designed to describe what he needs to say,
I also have the faerie fic that Interlock told me about to finish. It's nearly finished. I've also got a prequel fic on Darren and Rick on alcohol - but I suspect Darren's views are much the same as mine (Mary Sue and all).
I'm also missing my music so badly... I never realised how much I loved, nay, NEEDED trance until I lost it. All I can watch is what's on sky - and they keep putting on this weird "satisfaction" song which gives an unusual insight into the heterosexual mind - apparently near naked, impossibly biog busted women using power tools is sexy. What, DIY wis sexy now? Oh yes, YES, YES!!! BRING ON THAT DRILL!!! PUT UP THOSE SHELVES!!! OH YES! Actually they're all using jackhammers, piller drills and other tools that cause jiggling.
Oh, and there's something that my fiance insists on watching on the Sci-fi channel television which has REALLY TERRIBLE acting. I mean REALLY REALLY BAD. It's hilariously funny that it's so bad. Oh gods, the villain has come on. Oh, it's a killer, so bad, so very bad! Ohg and there's cheesy sex as well. Oh so bad!