SF Weekly article on Fernet (which, btw, amyth has been hunting fruitlesslessly across the state):
"I say to San Francisco: I give you my baby! Enjoy! Take the good care!"
When you hold a shot glass of Fernet-Branca to your nose, the first thing that strikes you is the physicality of the smell, which, if such a thing existed, is like black licorice-flavored Listerine.
Next time I'll have to try sticking to Fernet and omitting the bourbon & gingers and mojitos and see if I avoid a hangover.
eta also, I should be able to upload my photos this weekend, since it's June.
etaa Fernet poster contest
Smonster - I believe (and I could be wrong) that I had only Fernet Friday night of the F2F and I did not have a hangover the next morning. I was a tad groggy due to lack of sleep - 4 hours just isn't enough, but functional.
Saturday, I know I had other alcohol in addition to the Fernet, but Sunday morning I was just worn out - no hangover.
If that is a coincidence, I don't care.
He's also the highest saint in Discordianism.
I'm not a Discoridian, but Emperor Norton is pretty high up there in my personal pantheon, not to mention one of my role models.
I *really* need to find a charm of him for the charm bracelet o' doom.
The guy at World of Charms said they'd make one for you ... but I imagine it would be awfully expensive. You could probably find someone in your area to make one to your specifications for less.
DCistas, regarding Deb's Press announcement -- Jet blue flies to Boston for $65 each way out of Dulles.
Much as I'd love to be in Boston for Deb's signing, that's about the time I'll have to be moving. sigh.
I was surfing Dell Notebook accessories.
So the technical name is a "pointing stick"? Who knew.
Really, not much better.
I don't care about the separate bedrooms, but no landline or computer?
Complete disclosure: they have a laptop. It went with one of them on the errands.
They actually have a shitload of computers, but at their other house. Part of their freakout is that she wants to get off the grid, and he would jack his head directly into the net, were he able.
So the technical name is a "pointing stick"?
Oh please. Nobody names their clit "Mr. Pointy."
