Jeanie Escribi�:

Darkstarexodus Escribi�:

Bosh! As if Jesus was a DJ himself. Feeling this good shouldn't be possible.

X-D

;-)



I was laughing pretty hard when I typed that.

Ahh, many a fuckwitted road trip with stash was fueled by ephedrine...



Now we've got psuedoephedrine and those energy pills with ginseng and other asian herbs you can find at the check out in gas stations. It's just not the same, so it's not worth the bother.

I'm buzzed from writing for the past several hours continuously! in the voice of a 30 year old woman..

oh I'm beginning to have difficulty seeing the world beyond my computer screen!

some buzzed writing under couplaweeks back on A that went thru on wiki!



"The double sided vinyl was finally released just before the Chemical Brother's much anticipated NYE gig at the famous Turnmills in London, as a limited edition version for djs to use on dancefloors worldwide. Both have been received by fans to great reviews. Electronic Battle Weapon 8 at about six and a half minutes is very different from the mean big acid tunes the earlier battle weapons were, and is characterised by thundering dirty drums with a rising synth line, and has been one of the most euphoric tunes the Chemical Brothers have written in recent times. EBW 9 is the typical dirty heavy dancefloor stomper with the trademark Chems vocoder vocals and sirens to boot, and a very tribal basic groove. The Chems also dropped a new tune not released to the fans yet at midnight to bring in 2007 at the same gig at Turnmills and this tune is highly anticipated by the fans who heard it live. One of the questions with fans worldwide is whether EBW 8 is just an "on the fly genius piece" or does it define a new direction the Chems may take with the new album, as they've always been known to release albums which define big beat psychedelic dance music at the time, keeping them at the forefront of their genre."





Haha - posted that on wiki a coupla weeks back under the influence and forgot bout it! Checked it a coupla days back and it was d.eleted- checked again today n it's been approved n on! Haha, that's the first time it says just the Chems instead of the Chemical Brothers on the whole page!

Damn, now I feel almost embarrassed! Even the hmv line in the beginning was mine!

No no dont be embarresed its wicked! Cool stuff!

I'm about to drink the darkest, most sludgiest coffee I've ever seen. Even with the addition of copious amounts of milk it's still like a black hole, sucking in all radiation.



I am going to be VERY buzzed when I finish this. All because there wasn't a clean spoon to measure the instant coffee mix with. Dumping straight from the container and eyeballing it is NOT, repeat NOT, a good idea.



Maybe I'll get some homework done though. Or have a heart attack. Either would spice up an already interesting spring break.

X-D Dude, instant coffee is NEVER a good idea!



That's it. You're getting a coffee grinder and a bag of quality beans (not that kind, unless you come out to Cali) for your birthday.

I don't really mind instant coffee at all, although it's barely the same substance as real coffee. Much like I'll drink cheap lager when I'm out on the piss even though I appreciate a fine Belgian abbey beer much more.



And I'm actually not even really buzzing much. Just alert like a person who gets proper sleep would be. Weird.

man, did I ever tell you about the time I made turkish coffee with that caffeinated water? Then I gave it to my friend without telling him?



well, that's the story.

And a hell of a story it was! X-D ;-)



I'll be back here in 30 minutes probably.

whats turkish coffe? is that just like reeeeeeaally black coffie thats got lots of caffine?

Normality was subverted for most of the past 36 hours. Woot.

DJ Dance Escribi�:

whats turkish coffe? is that just like reeeeeeaally black coffie thats got lots of caffine?

Turkish coffee is as hardcore as coffee gets.



The beans are ground into a super fine powder, finer than espresso grounds. Next you add cold water and sugar (you will want sweetener to cut the bitterness) and you mix it together. Once the concoction is mixed you bring it to a boil on the stove. The trick is not to stir as the mixture heats up because by doing so, it prevents the foam from rising. Once the mixture is boiled and foamy somewhat, you pour it all into cups. Small cups preferrably.



It's not for everyone - it's really, really bitter even with the sugar and has a thick, almost sludge like consistency.



stash and I used to make it all the time, a little bit goes a long way.



I have a couple of amusing Turkish coffee stories. The first one takes place in London. I was at school abroad and my parents were in London so I took the train in to meet them for the day. My dad, who generally has impeccable taste in food, insisted on going to a Turkish restaurant in the swanky Mayfair district. So we get to the restaurant and the place is wicked cool - the dining area was in the basement and the ceilings were kind of low. The place was packed with mainly hipsters in large groups, and the menu was awesome (though expensive!) The food was prepared family style with big plates brought to the table that you pick off of. Then came deserts - the bakhlavah was the best I've ever had. Anyway, my dad decides to order Turkish coffee and I think, "gee, my dad must want to be wired!" My mom and I opt for the safer beverage which was a plain cup of coffee. So the Turkish waiter brings my dad a small cup of sludge and my dad, being crotchety as he is, goes to put sugar in his drink. Then he takes a sip and his face contorts into a sour grimace. He snaps his fingers and flags down the waiter (of course, we were the only Americans in the place and that attention grabbing display drew some interesting looks from the other diners).



"This coffee isn't right," he says as the waiter comes to the table. "It's awfully thick and bitter." The waiter asks my dad if he wants another cup of coffee and my dad says yes.



The waiter comes back a few minutes later with another small cup of Turkish coffee. My dad attempts to drink again, and this time he's pissed off. He flags down the waiter who was growing increasingly irritated.



"What the hell is this? I can't drink this sh!t!" my dad says as he performs a dramatic display of lifting the sludge with his spoon. I cut in and say, "Dad, it's Turkish coffee, it's supposed to be like that!" and my dad starts arguing with me, the waiter, my mom - and the dining room goes silent save for the clinking sound of utensils being dropped onto plates. I was tryin desperately to crawl under the table, but could only scoot so far. My mom's face went all vacant, and my dad said to the waiter "I want some REAL Turkish coffee, not this ridiculous mud!"



The waiter storms off, then brings back the exact same thing, this time in a dirty little cup with lipstick on the side. X-D Needless to say, that just pissed my dad off even more and I wanted to die right there in the restaurant. Eventually he settled for a normal brew... it's funny because he ended up going to Turkey later on that year and developed a taste for Turkish coffee and even bought little Turkish cups and saucers (which me and stash now have).

hahaha theres nothing more embaressing that your parents acting out in public, this coffe sounds good tho and considering i drink my coffe black i think i will enjoy it.

hehehe, I could write a BOOK about all the public outbursts my father has had in restaurants alone!

I finally felt back to normal around noon today after 36ish hours of being in some state of disrepair. Now it's time to put in a quick hour of homework and head out for Saturday night's festivities.

Drunken Irish material right here. Wanna fight about it?

So fucking stoned i dunt trust myself to type.

I just spent around 10 minutes iming someone who was away.

Erasing stuff does seem like a whole lot of work.

I dunno wtf to type, i just had two mental like orgasmal moments and wtf i'm laughin about this shit, i must be so fucking high.

I numbed my mouth with orajel because i wanted to know how it felt while high. At first I was sad because it felt like it would never be able to feel again, but now it feels funny and interesting and I think I made the right choice. Please, do me a favor and laugh at me or soemthing, because I'm sure I'm going to when I look at this tomorrow.



AAAAH THE SUBMIT BUTTON

I'm scared to post anything now without an edit button handy, but ehere goes.

You know you're high when the Submit button scares you. And nothing says 'aftermath' quite like coming on here the next day and realizing just how high you were the night before.



We've all been there... and will arrive to that point again sometime in the future.



Welcome to the club.

Bwah! Well done, young padawan.



A good night out on the town myself. Rippers, clubbing, voddies, j-mac's, ciggies, and Marshall Jefferson to wind the night off.