ok... the Starry Night is my new favorite drink so I thought I'd share the recipe...



Starry Night

2 oz. Van Gogh Dutch Chocolate Vodka
1 oz. Absinthe
1 oz. Simple Syrup
Garnish with a Chinese Star Anise & Sugar Cube

Star Anise is actually shaped like a star which is beautiful. The drink itself is incredible. I used La Fee Absinthe which is fantastic... don't use Czech absinthe if you want it to taste good.

So a few days ago (the 16th of August to be exact) was National Rum Day and I celebrated by doing hours of studious research on rum. Ok, I also celebrated by breaking my "no-drinking during the work week" rule and swilling shot after shot of rum but I DID do research on the subject too, I swear!

In my drunken studies I came across "rhum" and "rhum agricole" over and over and kept getting pissed off at the stupid French for putting an "h" in my rum. As is often the case for me, anger lead to discovery and then to enlightenment and finally (today) enlightenment lead to bliss.

I found that "Rhum Agricole" is a very complex type of rum made by only a few distilleries on Guadeloupe and Martinique that are governed by the AOC (Appellation d'Origine Controlee). Basically this means that to be labeled as rhum agricole a spirit must be produced from 100% pure sugarcane juice as opposed to most rums that are made from molasses. Some of the distilleries take this a step further insisting that their sugarcane be pressed within an hour of being cut in the fields!

Rhum agricole is also distilled at a somewhat lower proof than other rums to capture more of the "terroir" which wine snobs will recognize means the spirit of the earth in which the ingredients for a distillation is grown. Very few distilled spirits can claim terroir and it makes for a wonderfully complex and vibrant taste.

Which brings me to the previously mentioned, "bliss." Today my bottle of Duquesne Rhum Agricole arrived in the post. Of course, I had to sample it before I added to my bar so that I would know what I might be serving people this weekend. Holy screaming FUCK this stuff is good!! Amazing grassy notes beautifully blended with hints of oak and vanilla from the aging process (oak barrels for 18 months) and so crystal clean! It's to ordinary rum as single-malt scotch is to bourbon, the taste is that different. I could drink this whole bottle right now which is why I've given it to FG2 to hide from me. We're already planning what mixed drinks to have it with this weekend!

Hopefully you get a chance to enjoy some of this or something like it. As a final warning, don't get the "rhum" from Haiti unless you are just trying to do your part to repair their totaled economy or something... theirs is not AOC controlled.

While it doesn't really rival yesterday's in terms of originality it certainly scores points for being flat out concerning:

"me am naked at computer in den all alone except for my teen age daughter"

You gotta love the Bizarro-World speak, "me AM naked." It's an art in and of itself.

Picture it, you're there in the chat room feeling the usual amount of listless horniness and partaking in the usual idle quips and chatter about likes and dislikes and what have you when suddenly this block of text falls in the middle of it all:

"the 6th will be a year since i lost my buddy [name redacted] to suicide, over the last year ive just heard things that make me believe he shot his younger brother, one of my best friends, and made his death look like a suicide"


Pure awesome. I nominate this for one of the greatest drop outs of all time.





And just for any who are not well-acquainted with the chat room, let's define the term.

drop out- n. A sentence meant for prv in chat that is accidentally broadcast to the room at large when the other party involved in the private chat surprisingly leaves the room.

This results in a totally embarrassing reveal as suddenly thrust into the room is "I want your hot wet cunt in my face" or "God, isn't she such an annoying bitch? I wish she'd shut up."

As long as I can remember I've been capable moments of extreme mental focus always perforated by distracting, sudden flashes of thoughts about sex. I mean continuously. I always wrote it off as youthful exuberance and then as a passionately hedonistic general outlook but I've never outgrown it and I don't seem to be able to override it for very long regardless of how responsible I'm feeling.

Just now I was happily and intently working on a song with guitar in lap and browser open to multiple windows on key, scale and modal structures and scribblings all over a hand-drawn staff on a page of my notebook and even still, in the middle of all of this attention demanding work my mind stubbornly flashes to images of sex.

I would concede that there is a lot of energy to be harnessed from this kind of mindset but what good is any of it if you can't fucking concentrate for more than ten minutes at a time?! Bloody aggravating.

I guess this is why I've stuck around this site for as long as I have. My mental preoccupation isn't about a need to get off. If it were I'd be sore as hell all the time. It's about a driving interest in sexual interaction, in how others feel about sex... a sort of, "do you see this the way I do too?" Regardless I do wish my id would occasionally shut the fuck up and let me finish something.

Here's the voodoo chant quote that opened our invitations for our Voodoo themed Halloween party this year...

"I am the God contained within the God!
The resurgent forces of the morning dawn, embodied.
I live in the womb of the holy Mother, always safe and secure.
I am she and she is I, once seen, always known.
I am God in the God,
the holiness in the holy temple.
I am God, I am God, I am the Gods!!!"

So psyched it's dizzying. After five weeks in a full leg immobilizer it's good to get my mojo workin' again.

I must offer my heartfelt apologies to Mr. Gibson as I misquoted him (actually it was the website I got the quote from that misquoted him) in my latest blog. I quoted him as having said:

"You’re an embarrassment to me. You look like a fucking pig in heat, and if you get by a pack of niggers, it will be your fault.”

Clearly from the audio tape linked below you can hear that what he actually said was:

"You go out in public and it's a fuckin' embarrassment to me! You look like a fucking bitch on heat and if you get by a pack of niggers it will be your fault!"

Again I apologize for the misquote and hope it didn't do any damage to Mr. Gibson's sterling reputation.

[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FsrasCsZdg[/url]

Two blogs ago I preserved for all posterity the sickest and ugliest "drop out" to date. Once again:

"i have have thought of my wife raper by a group of black guys"

Now it seems that this famous drop out may have been typed by The Passion of the Christ himself, Mel Gibson. Yes it's our own NN celebrity sighting! Very exciting. Why do I theorize that it may have been Mad Max? A line from a recently released transcript of an audio tape made by Oksana Grigorieva, the mother of his extra-marital love child, states:

"You’re an embarrassment to me. You look like a fucking pig in heat, and if you get by a pack of niggers, it will be your fault.”

Coincidence? I think not! Could there be two men suffering from this same horrifically misogynistic and racist fantasy? Please say, "No."

Here's the article http://www.celebitchy.com/106828/radar_mel_gibson_said_oksana_would_be__by_a_pack_of_n-ggers/

While nowhere near taking the title of the record holder this drop out deserves an honorable mention...

"I found out that night that wife used to tongue her b/f's big cock pee hole before she started sucking him off"

Classic.

First, for any who are not well-acquainted with the chat room, let's define the terms.

drop out- n. A sentence meant for prv in chat that is accidentally broadcast to the room at large when the other party involved in the private chat surprisingly leaves the room.

This results in a totally embarrassing reveal as suddenly thrust into the room is "I want your hot wet cunt in my face" or "God, isn't she such an annoying bitch? I wish she'd shut up."

These are great and I have taken to grading them on a number of different scales and giving them a 1 to 10 rating. But today's drop out blows away all others for vile, embarassing offensiveness. Without further ado I give you...

"i have have thought of my wife raper by a group of black guys"

This one is likely to go a long long long time without being bested.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to vomit.