Comments on: Project: Become Less Psycho

By: Moose's paw

Moose's paw — Sun, 01 Oct 2006 04:58:31 +0000

Pony kegs of beer in an old fridge (with the coils on top) sitting on the front porch is the ultimate in convenience and good taste (as in good beer, not fashion):
1. It’s always cold
2. Walking out the front door and drawing a mug of delicious beer at anytime has to be convienient
3. Beer in kegs don’t need formaldehyde like bottled beer
4. You always had beer — a keg could last almost a week . . . sometimes
5. Source of fun stories, for example: A good friend and his family (wife and 3 kids) visited us one Saturday afternoon. After a couple of hours of raucous good conversation, we noticed 8 year old Brett literally staggering around the living room with the world’s biggest shit-eating grin on his face. His dad and I looked at each other, we both looked at Brett, we looked at each other again . . . then his dad had to make a stern pronouncement to all kids that the beer tap was definitely off-limits. No more beer for kiddos. At least Brett was a good-humored drunk.

Perhaps the front porch for the fridge might bother some people. You have to keep in mind that this place was located in the remote woods, up a dirt road, crossing a stream four times with rickety bridges and through a locked gate. No one, but no one visited us unless the were old friends and already knew how nutty we are. Fashionable suburbia was never my forte.

By: mmmmmm

mmmmmm — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 21:08:08 +0000

What cracks me up is that while wine in a bottle gets better with age, wine in a box has a ‘best before’ date.

By: Moose

Moose — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 05:39:55 +0000

Sweatpantsmom: OH, YES HE DID. I’m sure he’d be happy to send instructions, if anyone was inclined to try this at home. He probably has some rusty auto parts that he could carefully arrange in your front yard as well.

Squid: Here’s where I put y’all to shame by showing just how classy we are. We pulled out the box of wine, realized it had expired, and cracked it open anyway.

By: sweatpantsmom

sweatpantsmom — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 05:33:17 +0000

Wait – did your dad REALLY drill a hole in the refrigerator?

By: squid

squid — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 02:46:13 +0000

maybe a bottle of wine, and a scary movie is in order…. hay wait thats what im doing…. hell yeah Silent hill…. and damn…. one bottle down, i know i got antoher one around here…. if i could only stand up

have fun on the quest for finding your self… just remember, you are sitting right next to you, so dont ignore them!

By: Jason

Jason — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 00:56:00 +0000

I think it’s a wonderful thing to strive to make ourselves better and better, so I applaud your efforts. Plus I never really thought of you as “psycho”, maybe eccentric*, but never “psycho”.

Jason

*Please take eccentric as the compliment it is intended to be.

By: Moose

Moose — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:38:57 +0000

Oh, yeah. I totally blame you for the tofu pudding. That stuff scarred me for life.

THERE WILL BE NO TOFU PUDDING IN MY WHOLESOME LIFESTYLE!

By: Mom again

Mom again — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:34:06 +0000

Yes, the carob, and don’t forget the tofu pudding.

By: Moose

Moose — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:24:21 +0000

Lots of blogs have people who get miffed in the comments. I think I may be the only one whose mother is responsible for most of them.

Humor value, mom. Humor value. The yurt was fine. (This is not to say that I wouldn’t have been happier in front of 90210.) But my point is, Willow and Sea Star (OK, I made up Sea Star but there was totally a Willow) set a GOOD example. Because they weren’t crazy. They demonstrated the WHOLESOME lifestyle. A lifestyle I am now trying to emulate. If you are to blame for my craziness, it’s because of biology. Not the yurt.

But did I ever blame you? No. Except maybe for the carob.

By: Mom, who is NOT responsible for how her daughter turned out!

Mom, who is NOT responsible for how her daughter turned out! — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:18:27 +0000

Am I to blame for your childhood vacations spent in a yurt with Willow and Sea Star? I hadn’t realized you would rather be home watching TV. I sure could have saved a lot of money! And you surely wouldn’t have the “Psycho scars” you so chillingly describe.

Also, to be very truthful, your dad’s East-Coast inlaws never did come across the marijuana plants.
The beer keg in the porch refrigerator was quite enough for them to handle.