zeptember

Cross-posted from mooflyfoof’s journal here:

Iran dumps U.S. dollar for oil trades

detaer replied in mooflyfoof’s LJ that “The united states will shortly be declaring war on Iran…”

But before you go calling him a conspiracy theorist, do a bit of googling. You might find people like Mark Nestmann and this guy, who might make you think on all this a bit more, and do some more research.

Oh and if you’ve not seen it already, also check out The L.A. Times article posted this morning.

And in general, just poke around on Google news.

My reaction?

Wow, that’s what I get for not paying attention to the news. I got overwhelmed by daily news when I was commuting to work every day. When the job liberated me back in October, I took a full on vacation, and that included vacating from news and gloom and doom, and just focusing on ME.

Well.

Balance, my friends. Balance it. Pay attention to the big picture. Note to self and everyone else:
Know what’s going on in the larger world around you.

What can we do? I have no idea. I really don’t know. Time to think together, people. What do we do?
At least one person out on teh intarwebs is talking survivalist.
And here I was just joking about Y2K style rationing the other day…wish I could remember what the topic of convo was at the time.

Anyway, back to you -

Comments, thoughts, reactions, advice, tomatoes?

UPDATE:
New post from mooflyfoof here:

“Hostile” Iran Sparks U.S. Attack Plan

My friend emailed to say the coroner says it was Xanax and alcohol. How much I wasn’t told.

How many times have I taken Xanax and had a glass of wine to go with it over the years?

Too many times to mention.

After the scare with my liver in Janaury this year, where my doctor suspected Tylenol 3 and alcohol, I went clean for a few months.
I hadn’t been mixing the two on purpose, but it was around NYE when I was in pain and of course also wanting to party.
I’m sure the meds weren’t all out of my system before I had booze to drink over a period of a few days around that time. I’d also been sick through much of December. My doctor says that alone could’ve spiked my liver enzymes.

Though I got a clean bill of health this month, I won’t be mixing pills and booze anymore - not together and not remotely.

I had two glasses of Chardonnay with dinner on Sunday night. It was the first time I’ve had Chardonnay in months. I’ve determined that one glass is good, two glasses are bad. I got drunk off the second glass, and didn’t like how I felt. I didn’t like the wine headache that was forming within a matter of hours, either.

I am learning new limits for myself again. This is a good thing.

Amber Hatley, April 1977 - April 2008

She was a friend of my friend up in Tahoe. I’d partied with her a few times over the years. Sweet girl. Always accepted people at face value. Had a good sense of humour.

They think she accidentally OD’d on percs and beer. Apparently that’s the Thing To Do in Tahoe amongst the locals. Jeebus, I can’t imagine combining the two like that. I can’t even handle percs on their own.

RIP Amber.

B and I went to MEAT vs. Death Guild last night and had a great time! It was my first night out at the club drinking again in three months.

I started off with absinthe, and it was really tasty, but I could only get in about five sips before I could feel the effects of the alcohol and the stimulant. This unfortunately had a bad effect on my social anxiety, and I could feel that flutter in the back of my throat - the one that wants to say rrrrrrRRRRRAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! OMG GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WHAT IS HAPPENING THERE’S HUMANS ALL AROUND AAAGGGGGHHHH …

So luckily Lord Drakon appeared and I gave my drink to him.

After ten minutes or so, I couldn’t handle the anxiety, so I opted for a depressant effect - straight up booze. I got a black russian in honour of dhog.
Well, the way the normal world makes black russians is a bit different from the way the DNA Lounge makes black russians. The DNA makes black russians in a pop cup instead of in a rocks glass. Holy moley - waaaay too much booze. I had about a third of that before I started feeling that blah feeling in my stomach area - probably my pancreas going HAY WTF QUIT IT WHAT ARE YOU DOING GODDAMMIT!?

Problem is, when I went to give the drink away, the DJ started playing Siouxsie and my friends all rushed to the dance floor. I tried the old fashioned way and tried to suck down the drink quick before hitting the dance floor. I left about a third of the drink and set it on the bar. I can only hope that some babybat lush saw me set the drink down and scooped it up immediately to finish it off, just like I used to do in my early twenties.

Sucking down the drink so fast calmed me down, but made me off balance. I decided I no longer like that feeling. I didn’t want to dance, now, because I didn’t want to be wobbly on the dance floor. Bugger the fact that most everyone else is drunk and wobbly on the dance floor. I just don’t like to be that person anymore. So I hung out on the sideline, so to speak.

Later, Lord Drakon spotted me and bought me a drink cuz he wanted to repay me for having given him my absinthe early on. I got a vanilla stoli and cranberry juice, thanks to input from both Ms. Chaos and Lord Drakon.

Free drink, how can I refuse? It’s so easy to go back to the old ways….

But as you might guess, I could only get through less than a third of that drink as well, also served in a pop cup, before I could take no more. By now I was full on buzzed. The buzz felt good, yes. But I just didn’t like that I was becoming more chatty about nothing in particular, and more off balance. So I gave the drink to Lupo.

And then I accidentally knocked Simon’s drink out of his hand while gesturing. Poor Simon. He looked down at the floor in abject horror and screamed NOOOOOOOOO!!!

So I bought him another of course - I should’ve bought him two on the spot.

Ok off to brekkie, then helping ppl move, bbl

I just got the results from my liver bloodwork from last Thursday - I HAS NORMAL HEALTHY LIVER!

YAY!!!

Also, Saturday I had some plum wine (I made it to 87 days sober) but you know, after like a third of a glass, my whole body felt run down and I had a sort of achey feeling in my entire trunk of my body. So I gave the rest to Badger to drink.

My assessment is that booze == poison for me, so I’m gonna continue on with the sobriety thing awhile longer, see how far I can get.