Suzi, here is the difference between sarcasm and irony as I understand it.

Irony is saying something different from your intended meaning for rhetorical effect, but allowing for a variety of shades in that meaning.

Sarcasm is always directly opposite from your intended meaning.

I'm going with sarcasm on your last post. That's my guess. Am I right?

I ain't no English major....but yeah....that... Should I translate it to SMS?

My dad worked for RJR for more than 40 years, my mom for 20, so I was brand loyal, at least to start. Winstons, then switched to Tarreytons so the roommate and I could each buy half a carton to get through the week. Back to Winstons, then More 100s, More light 100s, Benson & Hedges, and Winstons again.

I found this, which always explained the attraction of smoking for me so well:

Frasier: Oh now, Bebe, tell me. What is so wonderful about smoking?

Bebe: Everything. [with actions:] I like the way a fresh firm pack feels in my hand. I like peeling away that little piece of cellophane and seeing it twinkle in the light. I like coaxing that first sweet cylinder out of its hiding place and bringing it slowly up to my lips. [Daphne comes back with a bowl; getting more erotic:] Striking a match, watching it burst into a perfect little flame and knowing that soon that flame will be inside me. [laughs giddily] I love the first puff, pulling it into my lungs. Little fingers of smoking filling me, caressing me, feeling that warmth penetrate deeper and deeper, until I think I'm going to burst! Then - whoosh! - watching it flow out of me in a lovely, sinuous cloud, no two ever quite the same.

She's cast her spell. Everyone now has a hungry, longing look in their eyes.

Daphne: More potatoes, anyone?

I first started smoking, because I like the taste of alcohol. All kinds. There was no such thing as slow drink for me. so I smoked between drinks to slow down. Qui a long time ago. Esp after discovering that depriveing my lungs of oxygen seemed to cause hangovers. ( actually I really stopped when it started costing me money - as in I had to go into real reastaurants if I wanted to smoke , because they had a smokeing section. This was when I worked in a mall)

There was a woman in my life in my teens who smoked. I don't remember who she was...maybe someone I babysat for. She would tell me that coffee was the gateway to smoking, so never start drinking coffee.

It makes me laugh now. But, really? She was right. I like a cigarette best with coffee. Fortunately, I still like my coffee without a cigarette.

When I smoked, I smoked Virginia Slims for a while, then switched to Marlboro lights. Marlboro lights are still my ciggy of choice. But, I don't smoke anymore. Stupid asthma and wanting to be able to breathe!

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ION, I totally cannot sleep. I have to be up in about three hours, so there is not time for more sleepy drugs. Gonna try to crawl back in bed and rest, at least, until I can't stand lying there any more.

I smoke Basic 100s. I started smoking at the age of 20, because of a family thing where I was accused of all sorts of illicit, sinful, hell-going-to behavior, but the only one I could actually figure out how to do without completely embarrassing myself with my naivete was smoke. And so I did. Stupid.

I started with menthols, the pretty-girly-kind, virginia slims extra long 120 menthol light, or some such, sometimes salem light 120s. If they had flowers on them I was a goner. My first pack of cigarettes didn't make me hack at all, and by the end I was inhaling like a pro. It was the easiest habit I've ever picked up.

I quit smoking menthols when a nurse friend told me that they're worse than regulars and were making my lungs bleed with every cigarette. Then it was Benson & Hedges for a bit, and then my brother gave me a carton of Marlboro 100s for my birthday (enabler!) and so I was loyal to Marlboro for a long time. Then, in an attempt to save money, I switched to Basics, and now I can't stand the taste of anything else.

I quit once, for myself, to feel good, blah blah, and then I broke up with my fiance of the time and went to a friend's house where they handed me a cigarette and a beer when I walked in the door (former fiance was a jailhouse minister. I was teetotal for a bit too.) I started again. Tried to get back together with the fiance, but he couldn't stand waiting for me to quit again, or dealing with the idea of his perfect bride-to-be being a smoker, or even an ex-smoker, so we parted ways. It was a huge blessing in disguise. That perfection thing sucks rocks.

I've tried to quit since, but it's been ugly every time--too much tied into my identity and my feelings of freedom vs. servitude and blah blah blah cakes. One of these days I will succeed though.

I was going to watch some bad tv to get sleepy, but I can't seem to find anything I can stand to watch.

I was going to watch some bad tv to get sleepy, but I can't seem to find anything I can stand to watch.

Me either. I'd throw in some Friends, but I'm really just not in the mood.

bad tv and fernet. actually , pretty good tv. Eureka. Tivo the whole thing and only just started watching it. 4 or so episodes in, and it has a hook.

Deena, did you see that dad's totally for Union Oyster House? It's a plan! And a good one!

I love Eureka.

I did see! Union Oyster House in 2008(ish)!

edit: going to try sleeping again. Night all!