Huh.
Literally on a roll of the dice, which I produced from my pocket on request of my boss (well, I gave him one die, a fair one, since he knows I always have a pair of dice with me, although I can’t imagine why he thinks that is…true, though), it was decided that I could go home early today! As opposed to the other candidate.
Mallarmé lives! (“Un coup de dès jamais n’abolira le hasard”…no, I won’t be translating or explaining that here at all, or any place at all).
To top it off, since I got home before liquor stores closed, I was going for the Black Bush, since I hadn’t had it for a while and was thirsty, and it’s a reliable, tasty beverage, but the dude at the counter asked if I’d tried this new one Bushmills had out.
It’s all right. It’s almost uncomfortably “hot” at 92 proof in a way that similar whiskies of similar proof are not (Teelings, or many of the Scotches). It also has that similar greasy, oily taste of the Bushmills white label. It is an inferior whiskey.
More a novelty than anything else. Some kind of TV show promotional tie-in. Apparently there’s a TV show called Peaky Blinders, which I’m not going to watch, probably…because I’m smiling at looking forward to seeing this TV show called Younger starring a woman with the improbable name of Sutton Foster, who I find intriguing.
And, yes, I find “find” to be a copulative, or “linking,” verb which can take the nominative as the “object.” I am smiling because I think I’m probably right about that. So that’s why I said “who.” Never mind…I prefer “whom” there…a swing and a miss.
But I’m still smiling because my revised judgment is now correct.
I bet y’all can guess whose skull.
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