This is a reasonable approximation of my basement. It would have been worse if there weren’t 300 books on my kindle. We will be moving in the next year or so and will not have room to store all my books, so I needed to get rid of them.
Not quite. Qwglhm is supposedly in the Outer Hebrides and we went to Islay and Jura this time, which are in the Inner Hebrides. But the accent isn’t any easier to understand and sheep are the only source of traffic jams.
Where are you, right now? somewhere warm, safe, next to someone you love? Now, what if all that was gone and the only thing you could do is survive? You would, right? You’d try.
I was expecting a delivery tomorrow, but Amazon says it is coming today. It is Sunday, but Amazon delivers on Sunday. I don’t want it to sit out since it is snowing (in mid April in Chicago FFS, but that is another post) so I just checked and Amazon tells me “the driver is six stops away” with a map that actually…
It is John Harrison’s 325th birthday and Google is honoring him. JJ Abrams has no comment on the matter.
I’m not real big on Irish Whisky or Guinness. If you are, great! Like what you like!
Welcome to a very special, picture heavy, edition of “What’s everybody drinking” with pictures of actual food and drink by Mrs Lizardo!
I’m having a whisky sour. Because I had lemons.
Hot weather calls for cold drinks. I made daiquiris.
I probably should have had a Whisky Sour in honor of 12 Monkeys (hey, remember when io9 was a science fiction site and would have covered something like 12 Monkeys and the odd way they are airing it? Yeah, me neither), but I had a sazerac instead.
I should have done this last week when we had Strawberry Mint Juleps in honor of spring and the Kentucky Derby. But those horses are out of the barn.
What? Two nights in a row? Hells yes! (That’s how the kids say it, right?)
It’s been a long time, been a long time Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time...
New Year’s eve day eve edition.
Fear of this Christmas tree!
A patient today asked if I could make his radiation therapy go any faster. I told him it was already going 300,000,000 meters per second and any faster would be illegal.
You may have noticed my screen name changed. We are no longer dogless. Meet Wilson.
We had Martinis with Gorgonzola stuffed olives made with St George Botanivore gin
So two weeks ago today, I sort of needed emergency surgery. I thought I was having bad reflux despite my proton pump inhibitors (which I prescribed myself 10 years ago, because doctors are awful patients). The symptoms would last for a few hours, then get better. I set myself up for an upper endoscopy - which entailed…