Anti reverse choading backwards.

I’m turning 40 this month.
I have an alienated 7-year daughter for a sleepover this weekend.
Just had a heavy bust up, neither of us wants to pull the plug totally, but…
I’m severly underemployed, with no gas or money til monday.
I’m exploring alcoholism, because I’ve seen it work so well for so many, there may be answers there. (did I say that one already? I’ll do that.
I’ve got missing brain matter, I don’t recognize people very well, I don’t know who I’m talking to 90% of the time.
And the landlord’s given notice, I’ve no idea where I’m going to be after August.

How’s by Y’all?
-Darrin
aka Monkey FlingPoo
aka The Sonoran Lizard King
aka Pippen of Skye
"Can you see the real me?

Can ya?

Can ya?"
-The Who
Quadrophenia

Are you talking about using alcohol to escape the responsibility of solving your problems?

In a sardonic, self-depracatory manner yes. My AA friends have assured me I’m a normy. Alcohol is something I can take or leave alone. I sip a jigger of scotch over hours, with plenty of water. I have become a beer drinker, to the point of buying my own, and If I absolutely push myself, I can drink up to three in a 24hr period.
If ‘I’ve seen it work so well for so many’ isn’t detectable sarcasm, may I reccomend a sarcasm detection course for only $39.95?

Alcoholism is not my problem, I’m trying, but it’s more of a goal (sarcasmsarcasm**) than a description.
You and Quagdom may now take me severly to task for taking such a serious, serious problem in such a lighthearted manner.
Alcohol or no, sometimes I just say some crazy shit.

What’s sarcasm?

It’s a sort of word play where you say something opposite to what you mean, to increase the effect of the words.

It only works with people with a modicum of intelligence.

For example:

If someone says to you:

“I think I’ll get rid of this headache by hitting myself in the head with a hammer.”

You could say.

“Oh, yeah, right. That’ll work.”

Because, really, that’s no sort of common headache cure, but you indicated agreement, by way of indicating that you felt the suggested course of action (hammer to head) unwise or ineffective.
If that made no sense, please see chapter 11 - Teaching Pigs to Sing.

And now I think my sarcasm 2000 really is broken because I can’t tell if your reply to my sarcastic question is sarcastic.

Isn’t there a Doper named Quahog the Percoset or something, who’s like House, only in a Prison?
Or did I dream it?

Quadgop the Mertocan, but you were amusingly sort of close yet way off.

And I never put him and house together in the same thought before. Thanks :slight_smile:

Edit: I don’t take you to task for lightening alcoholism. I genuinelly didn’t get that you were being sarcastic, but then that could be because I was treating the OP with my usual laziness of thought when I was reading it.

It could also because you had a way with words which reminds me of my own alcoholic SDMB posts.

edit the second: Did you used to be someone else? (Did you change your SDMB name?)

Google Ads thinks your problem is that you need to undo circumcision damage. I’ve heard that’s one of the many ailments alcohol cures.

Mine are telling me he needs a new mortgage…

How often do threads default to what google thinks?

Try flipping your take on Quad on its head. Jimmy’s tale is one of loneliness and isolation, true. It’s also one of defiance and determination…

But I’m one.
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me,
And I will be,
You’ll all see
I’m the one.

Sonoran Lizard King, that well and truly sucks.

What’s your career field? Can you relocate to somewhere smaller–or maybe further out from the city?

Oh, my, yes. I get the defiance and determination.

I am the king, the king of me. I forget how the Cheryl Crow lyric goes, exactly.

“But I think I’ll keep a walking,
with my head held high,
I’ll keep moving on, and only god knows why.”
-Kid Rock

Uncanny. One I didn’t mention is trying to save a condo in Arizona. It’s in my name, because I helped a dear lady friend with a mortgage, back when I had credit. She moved to Arizona at the same time I came out to Cali. So that whole mess has landed in my lap. I fix it up, you sell or rent it. That was the deal, It was yours when I met you…

But Circumcision damage repair. :confused: Would that entail some sort of surgery on my penis? Because I’m really not getting it. No one’s complained I’m a helmet, not an anteater. Unless that’s another secret, like size, I’m not interested until armed fascists are pantsing us and shooting the helmets.

Please explain the secret attraction of smegma. I have read that there is a special aroma to a freshly peeled foreskin, but I wouldn’t know.

I’m pretty far out as it is. So to speak. The jobs seem to be more in San Luis Obispo, about 30 mi south, but it’s a nasty commute. Questa grade is a bitch.

I don’t see further out helping, really. I’m up for that Lab Rat job at the looney bin, but It requires a phlebotomy license. Another call/visit to make Monday.
Oh, career field? Any day now, I’ll know what I want to be when I grow up, but it ain’t happened yet.

Lobsang: Well, I’m often misunderstood. I have a problem with inappropriate vocabulary. I type about how I speak, so the people I don’t recognize seldom understand me. “I wish to purchase some fermented curd.”

Cheese, people, I’m speaking english.

or, in a more intimate vein…

“Hey, you what we could do, that might be cool?”

“Why are you forcing this on me?”

“I’m just an asshole that way, sorry.”
I think I’ve left nobody unaddressed, so I’ll close with a secret.

If you speak and type well, intoxicated posting often goes by unnoticed.

And yes, Quagdop is a fine fellow, I was poking at sacred cows by way of being a negative attention whore. Potential Sarcam Coulda started a riot, but nah, I bet he laughed, too.

Sarcasm WARNING

I guess you gotta pretend to be a transvestite educator to get any attention around here. SARCASM CONFIRMED

I’m afraid I’ve misspoke. Stormy (Lizard Queen) moved to Albuquerque at the same time I moved to Cali. We were both in Arizona, before.

Sorry for any confusion.

It seams there’s a lot of wrinkles weft undone, puzzling that out. Not often, I’d think, but we can run it past the irony board for an offical opinion to starch off a discussion. Dry to stay clean of predjudice.

I did start off with a laundry list of problems…

“You sound like I do when I’m drunk.”
Gee, thanks, I think.

Since The Sonoran Lizard King has decided to take a break from the board and won’t be able to respond, I’m going to go ahead and close this thread.