Comments on: More proof that neo-neocon is no fun at all: on being a nondrinker

By: br549

br549 — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 01:09:14 +0000

I used to drink years ago. Somehow, I lost the taste for it, although I will have a beer or two on my birthday, a couple during the holidays when with others.

However, Breyers Vanilla Bean Speck ice cream is dangerous when bathed in chocolate syrup, or with freshly brewed Columbian coffee poured over it.

By: Ymarsakar

Ymarsakar — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 01:44:15 +0000

And it usually happens, Neo, right after you get way too much of something. Your drinking too much perhaps triggered something.

I can’t stand salt, but my tolerance for sugar is much higher, but it is still capped at the end at some level. Chocolates and other things start tasting differently once I near my cap.

By: Ymarsakar

Ymarsakar — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 01:42:39 +0000

No, I knew I had not indulged to excess, and that theoretically I could continue without any problem. I didn’t feel the least bit sick. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, and I hadn’t a clue why.

Some people have that kind of biofeedback loop in which the body actually starts telling you, by signals, that you are doing too much of something.

I know this, cause I’m the same way. Except I’m that way with everything. Every food, including sweats and coffee and drugs and any other foreign thing that one might ingest, digest, inject, etc.

By: Standing in the Shadows

Standing in the Shadows — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 19:23:18 +0000

A man comes home from the bar, late as usual. He sneaks inside through the back door, but he’s confronted by his wife standing in the middle of the kitchen. Seeing the drunken mess that is her husband she exclaims, “Hmpf! Well, two can play this game!” and reaches into the top cupboard, pulls out a bottle of whiskey and begins to chug it down.

After about a second and a half the woman drops the bottle, spits the whiskey all over the kitchen and makes a mad dash for the sink while her drunken husband laughs hysterically. After the woman pulls her face away from the sink, her husband says in a slurred voice, “And you thought that I was enjoying myself.”

By: Perfected democrat

Perfected democrat — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 05:11:06 +0000

I’ll drink to that!

By: Peter

Peter — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 01:04:20 +0000

Way to go Neo! You get a score +1. I think I’ve only ever given you two points though, so you’re still a bit back in the negatives… It’s ok. You can work on it.

By: Tim

Tim — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 18:27:49 +0000

I don’t drink. I just don’t enjoy it, though beer and pizza do seem to go togher. The unusual thing is that when people find out you don’t drink, it takes them a bit to adjust. I don’t know if its becuase they think you might be an alcoholic or that your abstance is adjudgement (it is not) but they just act strange. go figure.

By: Tatyana

Tatyana — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 16:46:06 +0000

Neo, you described exactly what happened to me and the cigarettes.
Being a social smoker (up to a pack a day, never more), but a regular smoker, up until got pregnant with my son. Didn’t make any conscious decisions, didn’t even fight it – my body just rejected the taste/smell/high etc. Felt nauseated even near someone smoking. Lasted for about 20 yrs. I do share a cigarette break nowm on occasion, when in appropriate company. But a pack of cigs lasts me about 8 months.

By: I R A Darth Aggie

I R A Darth Aggie — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 16:28:34 +0000

I think I'm in the wrong blog. Set a pint of Smithwick's (or Guiness, or Sam Adams) in front of me, and keep 'em coming. Pretty much anything except Jagermeister, grain alcohol and gin. And red bull, but that's a seperate issue. Oh, and that bath tub punch you described in college as being rumored as grain alcohol? it was grain alcohol. Nothing rumored about it. Nasty, nasty stuff.

By: Rather Read

Rather Read — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 15:45:20 +0000

I don’t drink either. I don’t like the taste of liquor by itself, but I like it all right in cooking. I’m going to make an amaretto cheesecake this weekend.

I don’t mind being around drinkers at all, but I can’t stand it when they get drunk and obnoxious.