I'm not a fan of wine. Personally, I just don't think it tastes that great.

Imported beer is more up my alley. Domestic...never.

Beer is yucky. That is all.

Look, it doesn't matter. This is a full glass:



There's really not too much to say about it otherwise. It's full. Anything that is not this, is not full. There is no particular philosophy that will work around this. This is not Schroedinger's Glass of Water, for ####'s sake. Full=Full.

I'm paying $600 a year for my insurance right now, so I'm not so sure I'd want to tack on another 10 bucks a month to that. I'm already barely affording what I have. I don't make more than a couple pennies a day.

The paperwork isn't the issue, either. Frankly, I've had to do no paperwork at all. Talking to people, and being assertive, is an issue.

Just now, I dropped my car off at the shop. The guy took my keys, and said they'd call me later, and let me know what it'll look like, after they got the paperwork from the insurance company. Well, I'm already despairing over the idea that I'll have anything to drive this weekend, but I'm not going to argue with a mechanic. I already apparently have enough people pissed at me. I ask him if he'll give me a loaner. No. Which I also think is bull####, because I'm standing in a DEALERSHIP, with nearly 500 cars on the lot. So, I walk away, and get a ride back to work.

I call the agent that's working my claim, who says that this dude's being an ###, so she calls him. She calls me back, and says, "He's so sorry that he miscommunicated to you. This should be done by Thursday."

Now, I know she's appeased by that, but I guess I'm either too stupid to take it at face value, since I'm so angry, or I'm the only one who's not stupid. He hasn't looked at it yet. He hasn't even ordered the part. It's a back window. It will need the defroster and all of that #### in there. Furthermore, I have just driven my Pontiac, per my insurance agent's instructions, into a Ford/Lincoln/Mercury dealer shop. Oh yeah, this is gonna work out.

Long story short, I don't have anything I need. I don't even have information I can trust. And the support I'm getting from my family is: "See, this is why you should be living with us, here. Told ya so. Bad neighborhood blah blah blah. I'm retiring and you're not helping me with your problems blah blah blah."

I'm about ready to just give up. Give up on all of it. Just go home, go to sleep, and not wake up for a month. Some dude smashed my window, and now I'm Hitler. Hell with all of them.

Saying you're not a fan of wine, is like saying you're not a fan of fruit juice, or soda. There are so many different flavors and tastes to it, that you cannot possibly know for certain. Take, for example, Chardonnay. It's dry. It's ridiculously dry. You take a sip of that, and hate it, because it feels like your tongue is burning. Okay. But that doesn't mean you hate wine. It means you hate Chardonnay. Take a sip of Mead, and then tell me whether you like wine or not. Try different reds, whites, different grapes, etc. And if you're not big on any of them? Okay, probably don't like wine, then.

I'll drink wine any day of the week. Beer....I'll only drink beer if people are around. And I won't even do that, if I have certain company at home.

I never said I hated wine, just that what I've tried so far hadn't impressed me. Hopefully one day I'll find something that I like.

Try Belgian Lambic beer. It's beer. Supposedly. Apparently.

Pretty sure that the wine glasses it goes into, and the semi-sweet wine taste that it offers, disagree. But it is still apparently beer.



I drink Lindeman's mostly. A real-live girl that I actually took on a date, ordered it for us when I was at a loss for what to drink. I still thank her for enlightening me.

Try to stick to the Framboise. The other stuff isn't as good, IMHO.

Sorry, but Belgian beer is too fruity for me. Plus, if you drink that sort of thing, you end up with your rear windshield smashed. Or at least that's what I hear.

(Sorry about the schmucks messing up your family trip and your car, Thawmus. I hope someone legsweeps them to death and kicks them uphill on a very, very large red ant nest.)

Too fruity? I don't understand. What is that? Is that a thing that is possible? Like a real thing. Are you a person?

I'm really not all that pissed at them. I'm really not. Mostly because I'm not sure how the damage was done in the first place, but also partly because...well...my alley sucks. There's plenty of scenarios where this could have happened, completely by accident. The foot-mark on the trunk may not be a foot-mark. I should see some sort of print, but I don't. And that scratch could have been there before. I'm pretty observant, but not that observant.

There's only two scenarios where I'll be pissed, in order of likelyhood:

1. The two single moms that live together, across the hall, are an angry couple of people. They have shouted stuff at me behind closed doors, when I've never done anything to them at all. Also, we have 4 parking spots. It's a fourplex. They are two people, with two cars. So, if you're doing the math here: 4 parking spots, 5 cars. They sometimes push me out of my spot, when I'm not at home. I then have to park elsewhere, and walk home. I can only assume that one of them does the same, when I actually have my parking spot. They have, repeatedly, somehow, blamed ME for the inconvenience. Because I designed the parking lot, or something. Maybe I'm the new landlord. I'm not sure. In any case, I was in my regular spot this weekend. And one of them moved out this weekend. The wheels are turning in my head, and telling me that someone left me a goodbye gift.

2. Another tenant had a bunch of friends over. They get drunk, and do a lot of stuff that children aren't supposed to be around for. They're one of the larger reasons that the cops watch my place so carefully (obviously not carefully enough). He told me yesterday, upon seeing my smashed window, that his friends didn't see anything when they left at around 4 in the morning. I trust this guy pretty much not at all.


In either scenario: WTF? I hate people so much sometimes.

I hate beer. But Lambic is pretty decent. I consider it more of an alcoholic fruit drink. Not a wine not a beer not a cocktail, but something different.

And when it comes to drinks, I love the fruit flavored ones.

I like it because I can get anyone to drink it. That's a good drink. It's not like setting Vodka in front of a girl you like, and hoping she likes Vodka. No. You ask her. But with Lambic, you can throw that on the table, and act all suave*, like you knew what she would like without even asking.






*Yeah, I don't pull this off...

I pretty much love you. <3

My kinda man.

Sleeping with 8 pillows again tonight.

I enjoy a tasty beer, duff is probably my favorite.

*looks around*

Shhhhh. I was just saying that. You the man Thawmy.

Know what I always wanted to try? Romulan Ale. It's blue, how can it not taste yummy?