@BadUncle I've got to pay attention to the wording on labels more closely. I'd long presumed that what separates gin from a juniper/"plant stuff" flavored vodka, is that gin was distilled with the asst'd botanicals, and not just steeped with them, like a flavored vodka. But if Wikipedia is to be believed, that only holds true for "distilled gin" or "London gin". It is however apparently legally acceptable to soak some juniper berries in vodka for a bit, and slap "gin" on the label. Who knew? (Matt Buchanan, I guess)
What's so hellish about this? I always thought the main element missing from the Master Musicians of Jajouka was a chorus of yammering teens.
Oh, good, it worked! Glad I earned that.
Compulsive copy edit/nitpicking leaves me craving foie gras funnel cake, viz "lives lack *ANY* value or meaning"
Counting syllables in links has always wrecked the rhythm and diminished the pleasure of composing twaiku anyway. Good riddance!
For whatever reason, the TV grabbed my attention, as the credits were rolling after one of Cashew's episodes, at just the moment to see *three actors* credited for Cashew's role! I haven't watched through to season's end yet, but since you didn't mention it, I'd guess there isn't any more harrowing action in store for Cashew than the underfoot scene. One can only hope ALL the talent walked away with that last inch of life intact...
Apparently, it's ferret jizz.
(which only sounds like a lot more work to put someone through in order to satisfy your craving, which is also prob'ly part of the turn-on for this Roger bloke)
That line was used in a sample at the start of DM & Jemini's Yoo-hoo!, a few years back. Dunno where the sample's from, but the rejoinder was, "With some dudes, you don't have to hold his head: just pull his teeth!"
Also, suitably named or not, OATS shred, like wheat only ever hoped it could--or they did back in mid 90s SF, at least... Since then, they've morphed into White Hills, who will be upstaging Doors tribute band, The Cult, on the road this summer.
Anyway, just saying: if you'd heard OATS live, they'd redeem a level of metallic suitability no lower than, say, millet or spelt...
(I posted this note earlier, on 6 June, but I think I've discovered, since then, that if I embed hyperlinks, it results in my comments being removed from the post's permalink??? Ah, well, it went to a live OATS performance, of which a few can be found, searching YouTube for "oats" in conjunction with "Nightbreak", a long gone SF club at which they frequently played)