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DinkyInky wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:I asked for a fire drink, and I got The drink to end all drinks.

And in the end, the drink you make
Is equal to the minds you break....

That inspired me to create a name for a cocktail... "Etheitian Madness"

*sits back to see how much distilled evil Dinky can put into a shot glass without violating the Geneva Conventions*

Would I be breaking the story line-separation rule too badly if I mentioned that all of the worthy discussions about the right drink for Joe, have made it clear what the right drink for Arania would be?

It's inevitable. She's a mead drinker. A celebrity-branded mead, no less.

(Sets the narrative hook, and waits...)

Dave wrote:Would I be breaking the story line-separation rule too badly if I mentioned that all of the worthy discussions about the right drink for Joe, have made it clear what the right drink for Arania would be?

It's inevitable. She's a mead drinker. A celebrity-branded mead, no less.

(Sets the narrative hook, and waits...)

*looks up as the joke whistles overhead*

...

*sigh*

1. I don't drink.
2. I don't like peppers or hot stuff (mostly due to work).

jwhouk wrote:1. I don't drink.
2. I don't like peppers or hot stuff (mostly due to work).

Peppers were specifically for Mr. Walking pyrotechnician.


Green tea lemon infused ice water.

How can work make you not like spicy stuff, Joe? I used to work at Pizza Hut, and I eventually got sick and tired of eating their food for a while. That lasted about a year...
But you don't work for Tabasco... *headtilt*

So wait, you've got a salamander who is only partially under control and will revert under stress (such as combat damage), and a notoriously grumpy reject from a super-soldier project who was literally created to take on paranormal beings... and your plan is to sic a bunch of 'droids on them?

To quote Tony Stark... "Yea, bad plan."

Prroul isn't in on this yet... His appearance and activity is a factor of the scheming, but he isn't a target.

ShneekeyTheLost wrote:So wait, you've got a salamander who is only partially under control and will revert under stress (such as combat damage), and a notoriously grumpy reject from a super-soldier project who was literally created to take on paranormal beings... and your plan is to sic a bunch of 'droids on them?

To quote Tony Stark... "Yea, bad plan."

GlytchMeister wrote:Prroul isn't in on this yet... His appearance and activity is a factor of the scheming, but he isn't a target.

Even so, sending 'drods against an untrained salamander?

Dot's vun ov doze plans vere hyu loose hyu hat, und everyting's in flames.

ShneekeyTheLost wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Prroul isn't in on this yet... His appearance and activity is a factor of the scheming, but he isn't a target.

Even so, sending 'drods against an untrained salamander?

Dot's vun ov doze plans vere hyu loose hyu hat, und everyting's in flames.

Und a plan dot ends vit loozink hyu hat iz..?

*sigh*
A bad plen.

GlytchMeister wrote:How can work make you not like spicy stuff, Joe?

I suspect the occasional use of capsicum resin spray as a subject-control device in correctional institutions might account for this?

Dave wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:How can work make you not like spicy stuff, Joe?

I suspect the occasional use of capsicum resin spray as a subject-control device in correctional institutions might account for this?

Oh. That makes sense. Although Dinky and Julie and others might just use that stuff as a light garnish.

*shudders*

It's ghastly, how you spice-lovers eat. You seek out chemically induced pain and smile. *shakes head*

Endorphins, my friend. It really isn't much different from being a distance runner in some respects... not as good as aerobic exercise, but it's a lot easier on the knees.

Part of it, at least, is that there are some really nice flavors in there with the hot, but you have to be able to get past the hot to appreciate them.

And, I suspect, part of it is inborn. My wife has never been able to tolerate hot peppers at all... an amount that I won't even notice is enough to cause her acute discomfort. I have to assume that at least part of our difference in tolerance is due to an inborn difference in chemoreceptors or nervous-system reactions.

Dave wrote:Endorphins, my friend. It really isn't much different from being a distance runner in some respects... not as good as aerobic exercise, but it's a lot easier on the knees.

Part of it, at least, is that there are some really nice flavors in there with the hot, but you have to be able to get past the hot to appreciate them.

And, I suspect, part of it is inborn. My wife has never been able to tolerate hot peppers at all... an amount that I won't even notice is enough to cause her acute discomfort. I have to assume that at least part of our difference in tolerance is due to an inborn difference in chemoreceptors or nervous-system reactions.

I suppose it's a bit like how some people can't, for the life of them, understand why I could possibly want to rock or tree climb, hike around on an active volcano, or skydive. (I haven't gone skydiving yet but I really wanna)

For me it's exhilarating, for other people it's simply terrifying. Huh. Who knew that adrenaline junkies and people who eat spicy foods apwere so similar?

GlytchMeister wrote:

Dave wrote:Endorphins, my friend. It really isn't much different from being a distance runner in some respects... not as good as aerobic exercise, but it's a lot easier on the knees.

Part of it, at least, is that there are some really nice flavors in there with the hot, but you have to be able to get past the hot to appreciate them.

And, I suspect, part of it is inborn. My wife has never been able to tolerate hot peppers at all... an amount that I won't even notice is enough to cause her acute discomfort. I have to assume that at least part of our difference in tolerance is due to an inborn difference in chemoreceptors or nervous-system reactions.

I suppose it's a bit like how some people can't, for the life of them, understand why I could possibly want to rock or tree climb, hike around on an active volcano, or skydive. (I haven't gone skydiving yet but I really wanna)

For me it's exhilarating, for other people it's simply terrifying. Huh. Who knew that adrenaline junkies and people who eat spicy foods apwere so similar?

I am terrified of heights, yet I have gone skydiving in an attempt to rid myself of that fear. As an adrenaline junkie, in my youth I used to street race(very bad habit, gave it up for Motherhood). The thrill of not getting caught(and of wiping the smile off the face of the dumb jerk that thought his new 'stang equipped with NOS could beat my little '89 Grand Am SE sedan) was huge. It's all about the terrain, and how well ya know it.

New cars just ain't got the same soul as old American muscle. Detroit steel was actually a thing back then... All that comes out of there now are cheap plastic reproductions.
Bleh.

Old American muscle, or new foreign super or hyper cars are where it's at. New American cars have an alarming tendency to fall apart after 100 mph.

GlytchMeister wrote: New American cars have an alarming tendency to fall apart after 100 mph.

*high five*

DinkyInky wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote: New American cars have an alarming tendency to fall apart after 100 mph.

*high five*

*smack!*

I thought you'd agree.

Dave wrote:Endorphins, my friend. It really isn't much different from being a distance runner in some respects... not as good as aerobic exercise, but it's a lot easier on the knees.

Part of it, at least, is that there are some really nice flavors in there with the hot, but you have to be able to get past the hot to appreciate them.

And, I suspect, part of it is inborn. My wife has never been able to tolerate hot peppers at all... an amount that I won't even notice is enough to cause her acute discomfort. I have to assume that at least part of our difference in tolerance is due to an inborn difference in chemoreceptors or nervous-system reactions.

Agreed . . . people make remarks about keeping a bottle in the bottom desk drawer . . . mine are all hot sauces.

I used to be able to eat fresh habanero peppers . . . crunch crunch crunch.

GlytchMeister wrote:I suppose it's a bit like how some people can't, for the life of them, understand why I could possibly want to rock or tree climb, hike around on an active volcano, or skydive. (I haven't gone skydiving yet but I really wanna)

For me it's exhilarating, for other people it's simply terrifying. Huh. Who knew that adrenaline junkies and people who eat spicy foods apwere so similar?

There's a pepper sauce named Endorphin Rush . . .

DinkyInky wrote:I am terrified of heights, yet I have gone skydiving in an attempt to rid myself of that fear. As an adrenaline junkie, in my youth I used to street race(very bad habit, gave it up for Motherhood). The thrill of not getting caught (and of wiping the smile off the face of the dumb jerk that thought his new 'stang equipped with NOS could beat my little '89 Grand Am SE sedan) was huge. It's all about the terrain, and how well ya know it.

Terrain is how I beat the lowered tricked-out Camaro by about 45 minutes and (separately) got the guy with the big-block 'Vette to admit I was going to win . . . in a '75 AMC Hornet wagon with a 232 straight-six and three-on-the-tree!


So . . . the earth shaker, hmmm? Will he stop by to see his niece?

--FreeFlier