April 5th, 2005

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Alcohol, How I Love Thee

You know, there was a time when I was a serious drunkard. I don't mean a lush (not that I haven't been that, too), but a serious, professional drunkard. A bottle of tequila and/or rum a night was a norm...and I'm talking 7 days a week. Those days are long past, thankfully, but they were there. Screwed up many a think due to it, and just just as much fun, too.

I was never a beer drunk, though. Beer bores me; to this day, I can't understand why people drink it, much less in some of the quantities they do. No, I was always a hard drinker. Me and the Captain (Sir Morgan, you know) have a long and close friendship, and John Daniels and I have been happy buddies as well (he may be Jack to you, but when you've known him as long as I have, he lets you call him John). And let's not forget good port and tequila. Add in my love of various schnapps, and you get the idea.

Point is, I like to drink. And between my lifelong study of the effects of alcohol on my body and my size, I can put it away like you wouldn't believe. And I did. Oh, I did. I distinctly remember the day I realized what a problem it was becoming, put down the bottle, and didn't have so much as a wine cooler for a year. I'm glad I did, too, it really was out of hand. After that dry period, I allowed myself to drink in moderation again, and in the 9 years since, I can count the number of times I've been fucked-up drunk on one hand.

Since Dianna has been on her seizure meds, though, she cannot drink. This means we don't keep booze around the house. I've long since been out of my hard drinkin' days, but I did like having it around. The upside, though, is that I rarely drink much anymore. Nice part about that is that, when I DO have a bottle around, it takes less than the whole bottle for me to start feeling the effects.

Nice to be able to feel mellow without draining the bottle again.

Luckily, I'm not a "drunk dial" kinda guy. On the other hand, I'm nowhere NEAR that level of inebriation, anyway.
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You know, having Erik and Dianna home for a couple of days screwed with my mental schedule. I'm not used to them being here during the day, except for Sundays, so I spent most of yesterday thinking it was Sunday...oops.

OK, answers to Friday's questions:
1. Abdullah's Camels - Abdullah doesn't own any camels. Remember, only ONE statement can be true. If the first statement is the true one, then the last one must also be true, which cannot be (since only one statemtn is true). If the last statement is true, then so is the second, which is, again, impossible. Thus, we can disregard the first and third statements. This leaves us with only the second as possible to be the only one true. If Abdullah owns ANY camels at all, it will make the third correct as well, thus the only number he can own is zero. Congrats to maxomai and synthclarion for getting through that convoluted one.

2. Dodger's leaf pile: do I even need to say that everyone correctly guessed there'd be one big pile? ;)

3. Presidential Ages: wenchravenna was correct in saying that, while JFK may have been the youngest ELECTED Prez (age 43), Teddy Roosevelt assumed the position at age 42 after McKinley was assassinated.
A good weekend's logic-ing. Ready to get grooving for today? Chew on this one...
It was midnight when Shadow pulled up to the home of Sam Sham. Sam was on his front lawn photographing the heavens. Shadow began: "There was a break-in at a local jewelry store a couple hours ago and an eye witness claims to have seen a man fitting your description fleeing the scene." Sam quickly replied, "It wasn't me, I've been here taking pictures of the 'Little Dipper' for the past two hours. The stars are particularly clear on such a dark night." Sam clicked the shutter of his camera closed and said, "There, I've just finished a two-hour exposure. I'll go and develop this picture, and prove my innocence." When Shadow examined the developed photograph, he saw a perfectly clear picture of the 'Little Dipper'. Would the photograph substantiate Sam's alibi?