I'm having a deep, serious bout of "imagine if this were happening during the Clinton administration" syndrome.
Karl Rove is never going to be punished for any of this. Nobody gives a fuck. Let's all just plug in our iPods and sleepwalk off a cliff. I'll be the one holding the gin & tonic.
Ogged -
I think you're being confused by the glamour of the circs. Plame is attractive, no doubt. But "seriously hot"? She looks like one of the more attractive (but not the most attractive) mothers in a carpool.
Also, I think the key factor in Wilson's favor is that he surfs. Chycks dig surfers.
Perhaps we're supposed to make inferences back in time, to her days as a nubile young woman?
Wilson looks kinda like Michael Douglas in that pic. We all know what that can get you. (I think the paradigm is Kevin James, not Raymond; Mrs. Raymond isn't all that, IIRC, tho' maybe I'm projecting my distaste from this, where she comes across as more fucked up than Dave Sim and in a less entertaining way. Isaac Brock wins.)
In related news, either I or Steve Verdon is failing to get something very basic. I don't think it's me.
Allow me to say...Fuckin' A. Plame isn't my type at all, but I recognize that she's a type of attractive, and given that the other CIA character we've seen recently was Michael Scheuer, I think we can call her "seriously hot."
Picture 6 in that Michael Scheuer page is pretty fucking scary, but 7 is hott.
Joe, you should try martinis. Much more economical than gin & tonic, and whereas g&t's have a summer flavor, martinis work year-round.
It's not easy for a woman to keep her arms that toned without some serious attention. I'm guessing she could bench all of you, despite the petite frame. If that's not hott, I don't know what is.
You really hope she's a boxer, don't you?
Martinis are too strong for me, and too easy to spill when sleepwalking.
You know, Joe, in the past martinis were made with a higher proportion of vermouth to gin than is currently practiced—on the order of 1:3 or even 1:2 (and with some orange bitters not unoccasionally). That would make it comparatively weaker. Plus you really want a smaller drink than you're likely to be served these days. Something on the order of 2.5 or 3 ounces before being shaken/stirred (which will increase the volume owing to melted ice).
See, I'd like that, I think. I don't want to drink what tastes like straight gin from a hard-to-manage glass. That's not refreshing to me. Quinine is refreshing to me. (Even in winter.)
Angostura bitters in your martini, I think. Great accompaniment to gin in any mixture.
Stirred as a rule is nicer, though in the summer the ice chips floating on top do present an agreeable vista.
Oh come. Open the vermouth in the same room; that's dry enough.
ogged, Wilson does look a little frumpish in that picture. But it seems mostly to be the fault of a bad camera angle.
Open the vermouth in the same room; that's dry enough.
Of course originally a dry martini was one made with dry instead of sweet vermouth, not a small amount of vermouth.
Orange, bitch.
Oh, are we brawling now? Listen, young man, if you think "drinkboy.com" represents a higher authority than drink-addled-grizzled-lunatic dot-nuthin', then you got another think coming.
But hey, try 'em both and see what you like. Best thing about cocktails is, the ends do justify the means.
It's Churchill who's usually credited with, "pour the gin while taking a quick glance at the vermouth bottle in the corner of the room."
But as before, I recommend laissez faire in martinis.
Of course you meant "another thing coming".
Of course you meant "another thing coming".
Oh, Holbo is SO WRONG about that. Don't even get me started.
I do? I remember reading that and thinking he was awfully permissive. Now I have to go back....
Originally, yes, ben, but it's hardly common or current usage anymore, given the presence of all the little vermouth misters to make it 'drier'.
I don't understand how people can get away with drinking gin straight up from the freezer and calling it a "martini".
If my beer comes in an awkward conical goblet, is that a maltini?
The other thing about martinis is that I feel I have to drink them so quickly, since they're chilled but not served on ice, and the heat from my hand immediately begins elevating the temperature of the drink.
Also, I hate olives. I always drink martinis with a twist instead, when I drink them.
Ah. My faulty memory had it as Holbo, a person(a) I otherwise respect, who said something I found violently disagreeable. But I see it was you, ogged, who fell into that category.
Oh, are we brawling now? Listen, young man, if you think "drinkboy.com" represents a higher authority than drink-addled-grizzled-lunatic dot-nuthin', then you got another think coming.
I think Robert Hess knows a fair bit about alcohol, actually.
Dude, people around here are almost as afraid of martinis as they are of w-lfs-n. What's up with that?
Last time I linked to LUPEC people liked it, so here we go again.
Are you even old enough to drink yet, b-wo? ;)
I love olives and everything they represent.
Hess also has an esteemed msn group.
He needs three more years in the cask for optimum flavor.
Cala, I have an extensive theoretical interest in booze.
I might enjoy it if you actually linked to LUPEC.
Matt,
That David Sim advice is excellent.
Hess knows a lot. But in adopting the moniker drinkboy and in committing himself to the cocktail/gourmet meal analogy, he's putting himself in a tastemaker category I find at odds with the basic cocktail concept.
Which is this: cocktails, an American creation from the era just before and heading into national Prohibition, are not in any way associated with anything other than getting agreeably and convivially drunk.
With that understanding, you can say anything else you want about them. But without that understanding, you are a false prophet: get thee behind me.
He needs three more years in the cask for optimum flavor.
If that's what you drink, you've got another drink coming.
What do the references to a deity add to the David Sim advice?
Wait -- BW, are you really underage?
b-wo: thanks. Now get back into the cask.
baa, I agree, but it's delivered in a slightly unhinged way and is massively inappropriate for the forum. (Hint: Thet kids aren't actually going to read it?) And Sim is notoriously a bit of a crackpot. In other news, Patricia Heaton is actually reasonably satisfactory--but Raymond isn't such a frump either. Kevin James/Leah Remini remains the paradigm.
Is "thet" a typo for "the" or for "thetan"? Am I secretly trying to get you into Scientology? You don't know.
Joe: No. I have achieved the ripe old age of 23.
You know, ever since I called him incisive, baa has been making these brief authoritative pronouncements: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
ben: I submit with slo that pragmatic, rather than theoretical interest should rule. At least in the case of quaffing.
(Trying to find a joke about uncorking a young b-wo, but it's just escaping me.)
yes
Uh oh. Must exorcise specter of minimalist commenting. Speaking of olives, do you know the recipe for squaw duck?
I wonder if the shortest comment left here is either a ! or a ?
Keep it down, eb, the walls are thin around here.
(it was lower-case, without punctuation - i was keeping it down)
That makes two people now who've commented in flagrante delicto.
Not counting all the one-handed typing that noöne will admit to.
I'm never going to live that down, ogged...
(Trying to find a joke about uncorking a young b-wo, but it's just escaping me.)
You may not have a ribald enough sensibility to be allowed to continue commenting here.
Young b-wos aren't uncorked, they're unscrewed.
You know, like a fine German riesling.
I believe this joke could potentially work even better if it revolved around the word "christening".
Ben can't christen his ship without getting foam on his dinghy.
Don't make me whip out my Generalissimo Stalin.
Is that true? The only picture of him I've seen is the one where he's seated at Yalta.
But he had enormous spheres of influence.
I believe you want the diminutive: generalino
A quick google search confirms it.
I can't believe I just began two successive comments with "I believe".
The jury is still out on Stalin's boobs.
Do you find no comfort in 70, Ben?
But "his bust" was something to write home about.
I think you linked to the wrong frame—that's Lenin up there. For great bustice, click here.
Curses, frames again!
I was looking for the postcard, but didn't realize the URL hadn't changed when I clicked on it.
From the second hit on Joe Drymala's google search. Question and answers from This Rock, Volume 3, Number 10, October 1992.
>Q: When I read John 6 it seems obvious to me that Jesus was speaking of "eating his flesh and drinking his blood" in a purely symbolic way.
>A: You are wrong.
Ha. Ha. Symbolism suxxors.
How can a man come out of his mother's womb a second time? I don't get it.
Leah Remini - scientologist - disguises the links a little on her home page. Lately not so hot.
So that's how she got the cameo in Fat Actress. Which I know only from the New Yorker review.
Mayim Bialik better not be a scientologist if she's getting a PhD in neuroscience.
How else will she subvert the Scientific Orthodoxy to prove that there's no such thing as mental illness, Matt? Have you done the research, Matt? 'Cuz I have. I'm loving life!
