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]

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.