Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 469033)

Really? I think he's better short and ironic. I was actually a bit confused by this.

Originally Posted by Adder (Post 468997)

I do not know where you got the impression that my preference for unadulterated booze is a macho thing. It's not. Mostly, I like to keep it simple. In particular because I'm somewhat more likely to be drinking it at home than at bar.

When it comes to good gin, though, I actually want it just a little watered down with ice (I supposed cold water would do, but haven't tried that).

I do, however, sometimes do a perfect manhattan with blue cheese stuffed olives, ala my father, which most definitely includes vermouth.

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 469037)

Agreed. There aren't many good reasons to have a Manhattan. You're polluting whisky that's done nothing to wrong to you. But Knob works in everything, so if for some reason you're having one, have one with Knob.

Turkey 101 is best on the rocks. Highly underrated.

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane? (Post 469035)

I'm not sure.

Originally Posted by notcasesensitive (Post 469042)

C'mon we've all been here ten years. Or at least we'll know that to be true in less than a year. I was at least lurking on infirmation at this point. Throwing in a random post every couple of weeks.*

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 469039)

Short and ironic is no way to go through life.

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 469040)

It's actually quite simple. The immediate reflex of the macho is to accuse something of effeminate tendencies, or hipsterism. (Hence, the bro v. hipster wars that have raged on the interwebs lo so many years). Reverse it. Voila.

That one may be conditionally characterized as a "self-aware" or "ironic" member of either group changes nothing, as irony doesn't really exist anymore (See: Klosterman, Foster Wallace, Glenn Beck, etc.).

Originally Posted by Adder (Post 468997)

I do, however, sometimes do a perfect manhattan with blue cheese stuffed olives, ala my father, which most definitely includes vermouth.

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 469045)

The Perfect Martini:

Fill a martini glass with Plymouth. Pour the contents into a shaker with ice. Shake vigorously for 5-6 seconds. Strain the gin back into the martini glass as a beautiful woman whose name you do not know stands across the room, looking you in the eye and whispering the word "vermouth" as her sun dress slips off her shoulders and falls to the floor.

Originally Posted by ironweed (Post 469001)

Yes.

I never knew the books existed until there was an article in The New Yorker about how George R.R. Martin* has written himself into a 20,000-page corner and his diehard fans are cyber-bullying him into finishing the story before he dies. A friend loaned me the first one, and I read about ten pages before I realized that my days of reading clunky, anachronistic, swords & sorcery & heaving bosom prose are about 20 years behind me.

But the show? Pretty good, not on a par with some other HBO series, and should probably be called The Peter Dinklage Show, but still. Also I think I have complained on here recently about the Cinemax-ish obsession with softcore medieval porn getting kind of boring after a while.

*as if the whole thing weren't Tolkien-redux enough, he's gotta have two Rs.

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane? (Post 469048)

I was enjoying the books until the introduction of dragons. Dragons are silly.

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane? (Post 469048)

I was enjoying the books until the introduction of dragons. Dragons are silly.

Originally Posted by ironweed (Post 469001)

*as if the whole thing weren't Tolkien-redux enough, he's gotta have two Rs.

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 469047)

Your inner Don Draper is wasted in law.

or

Fifty Shades of Vermouth?

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 469040)

It's actually quite simple. The immediate reflex of the macho is to accuse something of effeminate tendencies, or hipsterism. (Hence, the bro v. hipster wars that have raged on the interwebs lo so many years). Reverse it. Voila.

That one may be conditionally characterized as a "self-aware" or "ironic" member of either group changes nothing, as irony doesn't really exist anymore (See: Klosterman, Foster Wallace, Glenn Beck, etc.).