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Nap Time!!!

Wednesday, March 17, 2004


Tastes like licorice

This story trumpeting how "cool" absinthe is has great humor value. Consider:

1. I've never gotten over how comfortably folks admit to federal crimes in newspapers. From drug use to border-hopping, we can find stories about people breaking the law, with names and photos, rather frequently in newspapers. How easy would it be for some federal agent to pad his resume?

2. "Absinthe’s artistic legacy is a notable part of its appeal." You people are stupid. Really. "Oh, look, some whiny Frenchmen did it, it's 'artistic.'"

3. "In his tale entitled “Hills Like White Elephants,” Ernest Hemingway places absinthe at the center of a conversation shared by a young couple at a crossroads." Oh, man, this is hillarious. I just read this story (not out of choice, I assure you). Absinthe is "at the center" of the conversation in the sense that it is referenced somewhere near the middle of the conversation. And only in that sense. The central issue is abortion, or, perhaps, relationships. Absinthe is probably just how she got knocked up. Also, the conversation occurs at a railroad station, not a 'crossroads.'

4. If you need drugs to get "stoned" or "high," you're pretty pathetic. Do it yourself. It's cheaper, safer, and a lot more memorable (because you can actually remember).

posted by Beetle Aurora Drake 3/17/2004 10:53:00 AM #
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