Tequila Sunrise - Observation Report

Recipe Used: (all values approximated)

4 oz orange juice

2 oz tequila (I used Jose Cuervo Especial, Tequila Oro)

3/4 oz grenadine

Body State:

3 hours without food, 2 without drink (Pepsi cola)

Awake, no noted emotional state

Observed Effects:

As to taste: the drink was sweet, but I noticed a touch of a tang, and the consumption led to a slight burn in my throat, which remained for about fifteen minutes.

After consumption, no noticeable slur or interference of thought process. I was capable of walking a straight line with little effort, and could perform such fine-motor tasks as transferring food from a tray to a plate with a knife and fork. However, I did notice that I had to expend extra effort to keep myself standing upright.

During the thirty minutes after consumption, I consumed a meal approximate to the mass of my forearm, and watched a half-hour episode of High School of the Dead. No other significant activity.

After this waiting period, no extra effort was required to remain upright, and no other effects were noted. However, a slight burn at the rear end of the roof of my mouth remained.

Conclusions:

Tequila Sunrise is an acceptable drink, should I need to become drunk. However, due to the quickness of my intoxication and the slight burning sensation, it is not an acceptable social drink. for me.

The intoxication levels conferred by 2 oz of tequila are not very large.

The Last Cinnamon Stick

Jars of spices are loud when they clatter against each other. I do not wish to wake the other inhabitants of my home, but some feeling has prompted me to search among the Cayenne pepper, the salt, the pepper, and the bay leaves to see if any sticks of cinnamon are left in the cupboard.

Finally, from the very back of the cupboard, I pull a red-capped jar with only one stick left inside. To be honest, I don't know why I like cinnamon sticks. In every other case, my palate rejects spicy foods as un-tasty and unworthy of consumption.

Setting the cinnamon stick between my teeth, I pitch the plastic jar in the trash and begin to gnaw. Sometimes, a craving is easily satisfied.

Illogical Monsters

I saw the opening to Monster Hunter Tri recently, here. It's more than a little bit awesome. The opening has some impressive graphics and it shows the dynamics between the monsters, which is always cool. However, I did have one moment of hesitation, regarding the creature from the deeps, the water-dragon thing. I'll call it a leviathan, since I do not know what the creature's name is in the game itself.

It spat lightning. Why would any underwater creature use lightning as a weapon? Even if said creature was immune to the damage and electric shock can do to a body, it would quickly spoil the area in which it hunted, since the nearby creatures would drop dead, would they not?

I don't know. I suppose I do not possess the requisite knowledge of how electricity works underwater, maybe since the charge is dispersed throughout the entire ocean, it is a negligible weapon underwater or something. Oh well. It was still a very cool video.

Connections

All things are interconnected. Dreams touch real life almost as frequently as real life touches our dreams. Are those events which I dream of as I slumber real? Do I laugh, live, love, murder, and save in reality, as I dream of such occurrences?

I do.

We all do, you see, because the dream is no more unreal for its immateriality than a story is unreal simply because it is fiction. It matters, that a story fit together right, because the story is a reality. These characters, the things that they do, and the things that happen to them are all important, and real. The fact that they lack a body of meat and bone does not make them somehow less than you or I. This is why motivation matters. Spectacle has its place, certainly, but every time a character acts in a way wholly contrary to her nature, the world in which she lives breaks ... a little.

Do not dismiss the fictional as unimportant, or somehow less real. They have been imagined, life has been blown into their existence, and a world has been woven around their existence. They matter.