Waking up is hard to do.
Oct. 8th, 2004 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swestrupSelf delusion is a sad, sad thing. I DID go to bed last night, right when I said I would, but I didn't fall asleep. Instead I ended up, an hour later, downstairs sharing a snack with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taxlady and watching "Holmes on Homes" on HGTV (which we are suddenly and inexplicably getting on what used to be the Life channel). Later I watched the really really bad "real reno" show that followed, and then bits of an episode of CSI (I have a love/hate relationship with that show. It the most hard-science show I've seen in a loooong time, but its often too gruesome for me.)
Anyway, that's not where the self-delusion comes in. That happened just now. I went downstairs to fetch the second (and last) cup of caffinated coffee from the machine and had the following internal dialogue:
I didn't think it then, but am thinking it now, that that must be what its like to be George Bush -- you think you know what you're doing, but you're completely insane.
I finished making coffee and came back upstairs. At first I wasn't going to admit to this momentary spate of insanity, or blame it all on mental images of a friend wielding power-tools in her PJs, but when I sat back down at the computer, it was clear I was going to have to confess all. You see, when I turned off the screensaver, I was greeted with my latest search-in-progress from Google, which was an attempt to find a Cookie recipe that requires Absinthe. Clearly, I was never sane today, and may still not be.
Oh, and I did not find such a recipe, but I have found tantalizing hints that such a thing exists. I did find two interesting bits about Absinthe.
The first is from a site owned by the BBC:
And the second is an absinthe cocktail called the Bohemian Mule, which I thought might be of interest tonancyrihakova. That site is also nice enough to point out that this cocktail has only 3 carbs, so there's no reason for me to avoid it. Ever since I found out that thujone, one of the essential oils in wormwood, is a molecular analog of THC, I've been curious. (Although it also seems that so little thujone survives the distillation process in normal absinthes that its unlikely to have any effect.)
taxlady and watching "Holmes on Homes" on HGTV (which we are suddenly and inexplicably getting on what used to be the Life channel). Later I watched the really really bad "real reno" show that followed, and then bits of an episode of CSI (I have a love/hate relationship with that show. It the most hard-science show I've seen in a loooong time, but its often too gruesome for me.)Anyway, that's not where the self-delusion comes in. That happened just now. I went downstairs to fetch the second (and last) cup of caffinated coffee from the machine and had the following internal dialogue:
"Ha, I've only had the one cup of coffee, but I'm already alert and awake. It would actually be safe to start a new pot (of decaf) so it can drip while I drink this mugfull."
*Empties out old grounds, rinses basket, and puts it on the counter. Starts rummaging through pockets. Suddenly stops.*
"Waitasec -- what am I doing? Was I actually just now checking my pockets for coffee filters? I was! I'm insane, and here I was thinking just moments ago that I was awake and alert!"
I didn't think it then, but am thinking it now, that that must be what its like to be George Bush -- you think you know what you're doing, but you're completely insane.
I finished making coffee and came back upstairs. At first I wasn't going to admit to this momentary spate of insanity, or blame it all on mental images of a friend wielding power-tools in her PJs, but when I sat back down at the computer, it was clear I was going to have to confess all. You see, when I turned off the screensaver, I was greeted with my latest search-in-progress from Google, which was an attempt to find a Cookie recipe that requires Absinthe. Clearly, I was never sane today, and may still not be.
Oh, and I did not find such a recipe, but I have found tantalizing hints that such a thing exists. I did find two interesting bits about Absinthe.
The first is from a site owned by the BBC:
The name wormwood is also the name given to a star which falls into the seas in the Book of Revelations. One third of the world's waters then turn to wormwood, and a third of the population die. The Russian word for wormwood is 'Chernobyl'. This is no ordinary drink. Because of its strange effects and vivid green colour, the drink is often nicknamed 'Green Fairy'.
And the second is an absinthe cocktail called the Bohemian Mule, which I thought might be of interest to
nancyrihakova. That site is also nice enough to point out that this cocktail has only 3 carbs, so there's no reason for me to avoid it. Ever since I found out that thujone, one of the essential oils in wormwood, is a molecular analog of THC, I've been curious. (Although it also seems that so little thujone survives the distillation process in normal absinthes that its unlikely to have any effect.)
