Writers whose works I love: Neal Stephenson, Thomas Pynchon, Neil Gaiman, Margaret Atwood, Herman Melville, Ishmael Reed, Leo Tolstoy, Franz Kafka, Feodor Dostoevsky, Anton Chekhov, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and James Joyce.
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sonjamikail asked: How much will I hate life while training for this half marathon?
Depends on your weather, I think, more than anything, and injuries.
My shin splints drag ass, but my weather is great this time of year, so it’s not that bad. I get bored at about the half-hour mark on my runs, so I’m experimenting with podcasts and playlists. This week I step up to 7 miles, and that’s going to be about 77 minutes of running, so I’ll be really, really bored.
I think I should start a side blog: Horrible Drinks That Make Me Glad I’m Quitting Drinking
Beauty in the eye of the beholder, I guess.
My dash is FULL of Armitage lately. /LOOKING AT YOU BLACKBIRD.
sonjamikail asked: What kind of bourbon should I try next? Love Basil Hayden's, find Maker's to be fine but not great, really enjoyed Dancing Pines, and Jefferson's was a bit too burny. I like it on the rocks, if that makes a difference.
Great Question.
I would go with Elijah Craig 12 year old and/or Old Forrester Signature—but both are higher ABV than Basil by a good margin.
Another good brand to try is W.L. Weller—the 7 and 12 year olds (not the red label ‘7 Summers Old’)—are really nice Buffalo Trace products.
Then there’s the Cadillac option: Go to a good whiskey bar in Chicago and see what they have for Van Winkle products. The 12 year old is the best to start with, but yeeeeeeesh, pricey.
This is an excellent suggestion, Sonja. Thanks Ammo.
The dirty secret of Buffalo Trace is that Elmer T. Lee is the same mashbill and aging house as Blanton’s, but bottled with a slightly sweeter taste profile and a MUCH lower price point. Of course, one doesn’t get the fancy horse on the cork.
sonjamikail asked: My ex, aka Joe, sent me flowers at work today. Would it be appropriate to respond with "hey, thanks for the flowers. Remember last year on my birthday how I was at my grandpa's funeral and then you broke up with me?"
Oooooooooooof.
That’s hideous. That’s the worst break-up story I’ve ever heard. Joe sucks.
I think the appropriate response to these flowers is murder a withering note. Yes, that’s right. Certainly not murderdeathkill.
