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Last year I did Nice Tea Writing Night as I was a guest in a house for cat sitting but tonight I'm back at home with the quit-gift scotch glasses first referenced in 2023 but instead of the quit-gift Cragganmore I've got the last of my Covid Birthday Scotch (that being the scotch that was shipped to me in the mail for a 2021 Virtual Scotch Tasting since IRL Scotch Tastings were not A Thing in January 2021). Starting with a 10 year old Ardbeg, which is either my favourite or my least favourite as there's more of it left than anything else.

Can confirm by first sip it ain't 'cause it's my favourite but it also ain't bad, so off we go.

To my profound frustration there was something I was planning to write about tonight that I can't for the life of me remember. It was something that occurred to me a couple of weeks ago that I now wish I'd made an Actual Note on instead of a Mental Note. To be fair, my Mental Notes for things like this usually don't fail me so new note made that this is now A Thing.

Since it's the day after Halloween the local Pumpkin Parade is on so I popped by it taking the long way 'round to the grocery store as they were missing 3 key things I wanted last time I was in (thankfully all 3 were there this time). For those not in the know a Pumpkin Parade is way to squeeze one more day of value out of your carving by bringing it to hang out on display in one place (in this case, the local park) so folks can conveniently pop by and check 'em all out without wandering the whole 'hood. There's always a bunch of classics and usually one standout pop culture offering (closest to that this year was a death star). This year really seemed to be the year of The Interesting Scary Face more than anything else.

I'd hoped the extra long walk would shake whatever the idea was loose but I think in that sort of slippery way where you're trying to get at a tip-of-the-tongue-word the more attention you give it the more it slips away.

Happily, even as I was writing that paragraph about mental notes I finally got a little flicker of remembrance and am now pretty sure that what I wanted to write had its roots in this: ""You must understand the weird logic of the left. To them life is priceless and should always be prioritised over property. They would literally let the statue of Liberty burn to save one person."

I was almost certainly thinking of this 2019 Post of Questionable Linage a couple of weeks ago as I have the ongoing misfortune, at present, of reading PJ O'Rourke on the Wealth of Nations.

How does anyone misfortunately read such a book? Well, first you pluck it off the street outside a bookstore with a heap of other books that look interesting and are clearly destined for the trash and then you take it home, forget about it for years on end, and only years later take it down to read it on your daily commute and think to yourself before you get started, "wait... isn't this guy a well known fuckhead?"

Before we get to anything about burning copper-clad statues and fuckheads, let's first do a bit more meandering in NaDruWriNi Post #2.

Date: 2025-11-02 11:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] greylock

To my profound frustration there was something I was planning to write about tonight that I can't for the life of me remember.


It took me 12 hours to remember by neighbour's sisters name today.
And I was sober!

"wait... isn't this guy a well known fuckhead?"


Is he? I bought one of his books 25 years ago (CEO of The Sofa, $5) and have not yet read it.