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Cake day: June 15th, 2023

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  • It’s funny because I’ve got an interest in booze but I’m also really into coffee and they’re slightly different.

    With coffee, it doesn’t have any natural sweetness really, at least not like with wine. Generally describing a coffee as sweet means a nice balance of bitterness and acidity such that neither is overpowering. Sweet, more in the way of being pleasant, rather than sugary. And usually bitter and sour are the polar opposites. Whereas with booze, I think you’re right in that most people see sweet and bitter as opposites.

    With that being said, dry is always the opposite of sweet with regards to professional tasting, at least for coffee and wine. I’m not sure about beer and spirits.



  • Very true. The first year has been incredibly fulfilling, I can only imagine how it’ll continue to feel as the years go on. My nephew is 5 years old, and my father-in-law recently said to my sister-in-law that if her son moves out at 20, she’s now 25% done. That’s kind of nuts to me, I never really thought of it that way before.

    Totally fair. Not every game will be for everyone, I think Skyrim hit me in a time where I had lots of free time to play games, and it was also around the time I moved from my childhood home (not too far away but just far enough to be inconvenient to see friends on a regular basis) so I spent a lot more time playing single player games. I now have over 5k hours in the game, so it’s sort of become a comfort game now. But if I didn’t have that experience with it first, I could see how coming to it now wouldn’t do much for me. I actually prefer Oblivion to it these days, and I’m constantly trying to get into Morrowind too because I’m confident I’d love it. I have some time today, maybe I’ll boot up Morrowind again.





  • I remember the first time I went to my wife’s big family gathering when we were still dating, her grandmother was cooking a big elaborate meal and her uncle snuck into the kitchen and grabbed some food before it was ready, got caught, then proceeded to get chased around the house with a slipper. All in good fun obviously, but it was quite amusing to watch.














  • The Ballad of Big Balls by Jesse Welles

    When I heard the NRA was writing big-ass cheques
    I went right down to Virginia and I said “me next”
    They said go ye to the schools and spread the good news
    I said I need a bulletproof vest and some good running shoes
    They said “we got those” I said “cool, where at?”
    They said “they’re next to the spoons making everyone fat”

    Now I was rolling my eyes like a rolling stone
    When uncle Huckabee called me on the telephone
    He said “I’m raising up money for a people in need”
    I said “of course, uncle Huck’, that strip is starving indeed”
    He said “the lord’s at work here, boy, and the job ain’t done
    Son you need Jesus, and Jesus needs guns”

    It makes no sense
    One man’s terror’s another man’s defence

    When the Holy Golden Toad spat him out of his mouth
    The technobillionaire goblin was about KO’d out
    But he left behind Big Balls like some vestigial tail
    And them balls went to town and they got beat all to hell
    Some days the DOGE-ing is easy, some days the DOGE-ing is hard
    When the DOGE-ing don’t work, you’d better call in the guard

    The citrus Caesar and the Theilian prince
    Were throwing it all at the wall just to see what would stick
    Even I got distracted, that weather was bad
    That was the ICE-iest summer that I’ve ever had
    Some days I forget that Cracker Barrels exist
    But there ain’t no one forgetting about that list

    It makes no sense
    One man’s crime’s another man’s intelligence

    The Nostradamus of Austin cried out to the lord
    He said “them frogs might be gay but I’ll still be your sword”
    While television anchors talked at the air
    Does a lie make a noise if there ain’t nobody there?
    “This ain’t no country for cable” said the wisest of men
    Honey, crank up that Tucker while I pack me a zyn

    It was getting kind of late so I went back to the morgue
    They were doing the autopsy of July 4th
    I said “hold the scalpel boys! She ain’t dead yet
    I got a parlay on China, we can still win the bet”
    The technician was drunk on Muskadine wine
    He said “I’m going to Mars” I said “good riddance, goodbye”

    It makes no sense
    You can leave if you want, but, all your problems go with