Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!

so I went to walmart, and got me "vodka fixins"...all the stuff I mentioned above, plus stuff for dirty martinis.

The dirty martinis are for my wife. To me, a martini is gin and vermouth. When you basically replace every single ingredient, I don't think it should be called a "martini" any longer.

So, Titos neat: Room temperature, there's an alcohol hotness. More than the Platinum vodka I'm used to, but not unpleasant or overpowering. Vodka is supposed to be neutral in flavor, and my Platinum is very neutral and very smooth. Titos has some depth or complexity in the flavor that I can't put my finger on. I can't identify it, but there's definitely something subtle and interesting there there that I find quite enjoyable.

In a Canadian Bloody Caesar: As expected, the vodka quickly fades into the background. Which should be true of any mixed drink made with vodka, but so often isn't because the vodka is generally shitty--I'm looking at you grey goose. The clamato is not as in-your-face tomato as this drink would be if made with V8, and the clam juice adds a nice mild brininess to the drink. I find that I like it, and will be drinking more of these. I probably won't go too far out of my way to get more clamato when I run out, though. While the drink is nice, it's roughly comparable to a bloody mary, and the differences between the two are pretty minor--and I can get V8 at the 7-11 that's a 3 minute walk from the house.
 

GasBandit

Staff member
So, Titos neat: Room temperature, there's an alcohol hotness. More than the Platinum vodka I'm used to, but not unpleasant or overpowering. Vodka is supposed to be neutral in flavor, and my Platinum is very neutral and very smooth. Titos has some depth or complexity in the flavor that I can't put my finger on. I can't identify it, but there's definitely something subtle and interesting there there that I find quite enjoyable.
Texas tap water. :troll:
 
Texas tap water. :troll:
I lived in Texas for 40 years. Ain't no one uniform flavor.

Pasadena tap water: What I grew up with, so I find the highly chlorinated flavor refreshing. I imagine that I wouldn't if I hadn't grown up with it.

Lewisville, TX: Water tasted and smelled straight up like moss. Even brewing coffee with it was not enough to mask the mossy flavor. For the year that I lived here, I practically gagged every time I took a shower, and could not feel clean for the life of me.

The most neutral flavored waters I've tasted were from Houston near the Galleria, Irving and Denton, TX.
 

doomdragon6

Staff member
Been rather successful with ladies recently. Very weird because I never had that life before and suddenly lots of girls are snapping at my heels. I actually had 4 girls in one night tell me, completely separately, that they want to do me.

Anyway, while fun, it's all empty and hollow. I don't feel romantic connections with any of the girls I hang out with. The one girl I feel a huge romantic connection with isn't interested. (Though we did chat some and clear some air between us.) And my ex dating someone new is getting to me a lot more than I thought it would. It's been two stupid years since we broke up. I'm having about 3 bad dreams about her a night. Guess that happens when you still care about someone.

Thing is, she's kind of awful. All my friends tell me the lies she's telling people (like 4 different conflicting stories of the same event to 4 different people), manipulating people, being self centered, etc. Two of my friends even told me that she said that I'm a dangerous stalker and she's afraid I'll hurt her, and bought mace in case I attack her. This is silly for 2 reasons: 1, I avoid the shit out of her. I do not talk to her unless I have to. I am in no way a threat to any person. 2, she fucking e-mails me every now and then about this or that trying to engage me in conversation. So again, she's just full of shit and actually being offensive and upsetting.

Also, I recently got a job. I was under the impression it would be part time, but they decided to go ahead and make it full time. It's actually a pretty good job, but I just don't think full time is what I need in my life right now. I have a lot of money saved up, and part time could carry me fine. But the days are very draining and drag on forever. There's no freedom with full time. Without the responsibilities of, like, a family or anything like that, I don't see any reason to be trapped like this. No random trips here or there, no hanging with friends past midnight, none of that crap.

Yeah, it's what "an adult should be doing", but what the fuck? I don't need that. My parents are pressuring me to keep it and work there for however long at least, which I understand, they're like "You need to be able to support yourself," and "You have to think about your future!" And yes, I CAN support myself. Without full time. And right now I feel like I need to be concerned with my present. The future is important, but I live in the present. I don't want to regret my life down the line like so many people do.

Anyway, I'm pretty well about to ask my parents to stay out of it, and any bills they might currently be helping with I want transferred to me so they no longer have a say in it. I love them and they're very helpful, but I don't want to keep living under the guilt of my parents.

Whine whine, I'm successful with ladies and have a job. Boo hoo.
 
I only work 5 days, but it's 60-65hrs every week.
Man, I remember when I worked 80-85hrs a week. That was not fun.

--Patrick
 
I only work 5 days, but it's 60-65hrs every week.
Man, I remember when I worked 80-85hrs a week. That was not fun.

--Patrick
Pat, you make me feel a little better. I may be doing six days, but I never hit 50 hours. (And my commute's a 20 minute stroll.
 
My parents work excessively long hours during construction season because they stripe roads. My mom only started doing it within the last decade or so, but I didn't see my dad very much in the summer as a kid.
 
Pat, you make me feel a little better. I may be doing six days, but I never hit 50 hours. (And my commute's a 20 minute stroll.
To be fair, 2hrs of every day is the commute.
To be unfair, when Winter finally hits, my commute will go up by an additional ~1hr/day.
The 80-ish hour days were when I was working first shift M-F, but S-S it was just me, all day, both days. I do not miss it...because at the time I was salaried.

--Patrick
 
I don't think I've ever seen a Caesar referred to as a Canadian Bloody Caesar before. We just call them Caesars.

Also, they're delicious.
 

GasBandit

Staff member
Isn't Canadian Bacon really just ham anyways?! [emoji14]
They call it "back bacon." Even that aside, it's a different cut of the pig from what people refer to as a "ham," or from where you get regular bacon.

(I know, I know, you know that already, don't ya. LOOK AT ME, DOING THE THING)
 
It's back bacon. Because it comes off the back of the pig instead of the side where bacon bacon comes from. Before bacon is cured it's called side pork.

Why Americans decided to name it Canadian bacon, no one else on Earth can guess.
 

GasBandit

Staff member
It's back bacon. Because it comes off the back of the pig instead of the side where bacon bacon comes from. Before bacon is cured it's called side pork.

Why Americans decided to name it Canadian bacon, no one else on Earth can guess.
Because we can, and the rest of you have to live with it :D
 
I live waaaaay out in the middle of nowhere. I like it here. It's quiet. It's peaceful. I can kidnap people and do terrible things to them and no one can hear the screams.

It does mean that I have a 40+ minute commute to and from work. That's not a big deal, as it gives me time to relax and plan the different phases of The Scampering.

Today, it took me 70 minutes to get home. Why? I can tell you in one word - 500 head of cattle being herded down the middle of the road, down into the valley, across the bridge, up the hill, and down the rest of the road.

So I rolled down the window, pulled out my phone, and played "Cows with Guns". Just, you know, to give the cattle ideas.
 
I live waaaaay out in the middle of nowhere. I like it here. It's quiet. It's peaceful. I can kidnap people and do terrible things to them and no one can hear the screams.

It does mean that I have a 40+ minute commute to and from work. That's not a big deal, as it gives me time to relax and plan the different phases of The Scampering.

Today, it took me 70 minutes to get home. Why? I can tell you in one word - 500 head of cattle being herded down the middle of the road, down into the valley, across the bridge, up the hill, and down the rest of the road.

So I rolled down the window, pulled out my phone, and played "Cows with Guns". Just, you know, to give the cattle ideas.
Man, I wish my commute was only occasionally prolonged by cows ahead of me. I'm always surrounded by a bunch of cows! And asses, too.
 
Gabriela doesn't like to eat. It's not that she is a picky eater. She doesn't eat. No soup, no rice, no cake, no junk food. I can't bribe her with dessert because she doesn't want it. It's maddening.
 
I live waaaaay out in the middle of nowhere. I like it here. It's quiet. It's peaceful. I can kidnap people and do terrible things to them and no one can hear the screams.

It does mean that I have a 40+ minute commute to and from work. That's not a big deal, as it gives me time to relax and plan the different phases of The Scampering.

Today, it took me 70 minutes to get home. Why? I can tell you in one word - 500 head of cattle being herded down the middle of the road, down into the valley, across the bridge, up the hill, and down the rest of the road.

So I rolled down the window, pulled out my phone, and played "Cows with Guns". Just, you know, to give the cattle ideas.
Y'know, if you're gonna call that one word, we're gonna need a whole mess of hyphens.
 

Cajungal

Staff member
:( Graduate school + 50-hour work week is like drowning and being handed a garbage bag filled with snakes. And then those snakes hand you a document that shows how they're going to evaluate your screams of terror. And when water gets in your mouth while you're screaming they dock you 10 points and explain that their standards have been altered for accreditation reasons. And then they bite you, but you don't die, because you have papers to grade and a project to plan.
 
Crippling headache right between my eyebrows. Likely related to sinuses. Can't take the day off, too much to do, plus I've been taking too many days off lately.

Considering filling up my sinuses with cement to deal with the problem once and for all.

Ow my head.
 
It's 11:30 and I am on my work computer getting shit done for a boss who told me that my extra efforts and acting for my boss are worthless to her.

I should be set up in my front yard shooting Orion. Or at the very least mindlessly killing stuff in Diablo.
 
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