General Update

[featherynscale]

Sometime this weekend, possibly when I was complaining of the Great Hangover I incurred by trying to go drink for drink with opaljax (who is of Slavic extraction and ex-military besides), a theory was proposed which, if proven correct, would be a simple key to the understanding of the workings of Celtic societies. The theory, proposed by kittenpants, is this: Whisky makes you competitive.

Also, buttons. I am anticipating the arrival of the button machine some time in the early part of this week. EHQ's output of general snarkiness and giggling should be up for the month of March, accordingly.

Finally, I managed to penetrate to page 209 of The Aforementioned Monster, at which point there is an indication of plot afoot! There are kings and conspiracies and secret alchemical labs, which delights me. The Ceremonial Chucking of the Book at an Unfortunate Object will, therefore, be postponed.

Comments

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

There was a mostly-full bottle of ButterShots, at one point. Now, there isn't. Whisky makes you competitive, rum makes you horny, but schnapps, schnapps just make you verdrunken.

[malvito.livejournal.com]

(stocking up on rum ...)

[malvito.livejournal.com]

=-) Hmmmmm...

If it'll make the game Out-of-hand-er ...

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Having trouble getting horny??
(prev. comment deleted for lameness)

[malvito.livejournal.com]

Actually, it's not for me ... ;-)~

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Oooho. Plots are afoot at Casa De Evil?

[malvito.livejournal.com]

Hey, Eeee-ville is always plotting ... ;-)

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

I think liquidfun would agree on the schnapps comment. I think he can now tolerate the taste of peppermint again, in small amounts. It had something to do with not one, but 2 bottles of peppermint schnapps while a freshman in college.
I guess the only thing I've ever drunk to excess is beer, wine, and mead. None of those seem to have any unusual effects, such as competitiveness, etc. Boring, that's me...

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. Minty doom.

We had started cataloguing different types of drunkenness the other day and attempting to determine which sorts of alcohol were likely to produce them, from experience and observation. I would posit that cheap yellow beer makes you loud, stout makes you expository, wine makes you gloomy and existential, and mead makes you touchy-feely.

Your mileage may vary.

Incidentally, I'm eating butter rum Life Savers today at a brisk pace, so presumably no permanent damage to my butterscotch facilities was incurred.

From experience and observation

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Tequila shots make your clothes fall off.

Erm, never mind.

[cameellie.livejournal.com]

Rum does not make me horny. Tequila makes me *horny*... and crazy... and competitive. Must be the Latina in me. ;)

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

It's my understanding that any time I endeavor to drink tequila that I am entering into a relationship in which I am not going to be the dominant partner. As long as I am a good sub to tequila, it does not punish me any more than strictly necessary. Try to fight the tequila, however, and things get ugly quickly.

[cameellie.livejournal.com]

Tequila and I have a relationship of mutual respect. I don't drink any other liquor and no more than two beers when it's a tequila-swilling night. Just me, tequila shots and a full glass of very icy water, and it's a fun night all around watching people trying to keep up.