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Massive giggling around here.
Jan. 15th, 2006 11:28 amOK, I'm reading this week's Pyramid Online. The current Suppressed Transmission column is about Absinthe. At one point, discussing the actual effects of the drink, Ken Hite writes:
It's those "sufficient quantities" that get you, though -- those convulsing, hallucinating guinea pigs get pure, injected thujone at 100 ml per kilogram of body weight. By contrast, the dose of thujone in a glass of Toulouse-Lautrec's Pernod Fils probably topped out at around a millionth of that, since even Toulouse-Lautrec was bigger than a guinea pig.
I read this to Kirsten, and mentioned that I was now haunted by the image of guinea pigs sitting around a Left Bank cafe, wearing little berets and drinking absinthe. At which point Kiri said "Eet will pass" in a high squeaky voice. Cue both of us in hysterics.
Then I point out that these really would be bourgeois peegs.
We may stop giggling at some point today. Maybe.
It's those "sufficient quantities" that get you, though -- those convulsing, hallucinating guinea pigs get pure, injected thujone at 100 ml per kilogram of body weight. By contrast, the dose of thujone in a glass of Toulouse-Lautrec's Pernod Fils probably topped out at around a millionth of that, since even Toulouse-Lautrec was bigger than a guinea pig.
I read this to Kirsten, and mentioned that I was now haunted by the image of guinea pigs sitting around a Left Bank cafe, wearing little berets and drinking absinthe. At which point Kiri said "Eet will pass" in a high squeaky voice. Cue both of us in hysterics.
Then I point out that these really would be bourgeois peegs.
We may stop giggling at some point today. Maybe.
