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Massive giggling around here.
OK, 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.