The Sickness

Children also need to know that their parents have various interests in life that contribute to its joy and pleasure. As with drinking itself, though, exercise of judgment is important.
 
Of course with my first child on the way, these calculations may soon change.

Ahh, the calculus!

If it's any consolation, my daughter hasn't really slowed buying decisions, but a full cellar has though (and perhaps the upcoming 09 Bo-jo's as well, which seem to merit case purchases).
 
The birth of my daughter didn't slow my buying decisions either - very quickly I realized I was not able to afford wine.
Best, Jim
 
originally posted by Florida Jim:
The birth of my daughter didn't slow my buying decisions either - very quickly I realized I was not able to afford wine.
Best, Jim

I have bought more wine since my son was born then ever. I'm not taking any chances on having to listen to, "Dad, you idiot, you missed the vintage of the century!." Cellaring wine also makes getting older much easier for me.

Brad
 
originally posted by Lou Kessler:
Green Card?

Do you at least pay the kid minimum wage?

He gets paid in product. Under the table of course. The kid has good taste too. I figure I'm a better dad for the whole exchange.
 
Seriously though, this kid was 4 when I took this picture during the '07 harvest. Nearly 5, sure, but 4 and working the little press. It was cool.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
originally posted by Lou Kessler:
That's----ThorCYNIC! You probably don't believe in the Easter Bunny either.
Don't worry Rahsaan, there has to be one nice guy on this board.

Rahsaan can't hold a candle to Ian, who raped and pillaged to earn that position, and is defending it daily with the utmost vigor.

That's quite a statement. Since an epithet of 'nice' in American vernacular is pretty much the kiss of death, I have to think about what it means for my future here, if I have one.

As for online civility, Jay has been the model I look to for quite a while now.
 
Of course with my first child on the way, these calculations may soon change.
Thought you'd just slip that by us? No way, and congratulations! Lots of fun in store for you. And yes, those calculations will change. Based on my research, I would say need for glass of wine will go up, time and money available for said glass down. But then there's the fun of figuring out what birth year wines to lay down.
 
i'm often asked, "what turns a thread into a festive favorite ?"

the answer is multifaceted. sometimes it's free booze, or food, or a few attractive hostesses to help serve canapes in the fatcave. other times, it's because there's a wine mentioned somewhere in some lame assed old thread, some store is sitting on a pile of leftover cases, and a small envelope and some hard currency in high denomination bills changes hands.

and then there was that one time coad offered to give an enema to the cat...

as i'm sure you all realize, the festive favorites committee really does search high and low to find the best for this annual celebration, and there is very little bias in the way our winners are selected.

and it is this that makes this winner such an oddity.

the thread's content, in which our intrepid members discuss mid-life ennui and the philosophy of eric cantona, with the erudition and elan for which the board is known throughout the interweb, is certainly innovative. "thread-noir," is how one of the panel described it.

but frankly, the rest of us don't give a rat's ass what our fellow inmates think about the rights and wrongs of selling their kids' organs to fund their purchase this year's allocation of cult plousard, right?

nope, the content alone would never have been enough to swing the committee without a lot of lubrication. and frankly, in this case, none of that shit was forthcoming. instead, what won us over, and what made us choose brad widelock's The Sickness to be number four in this years fatboy's festive favorites count-down was a single virtuoso performance: the sheer awesomeness that is our very own lou kessler.

as lou reminds us, there's more to life than wine, more to the holidays than the family and mawkish nostalgia -- and a real man will always sell his wife for cult plousard.

read it and weep my friends.

and join me and the rest of the committee in saying, "happy fucking holidays lou!"

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