…smoking, that is.
I read over the previous post and decided that I wasn’t irritable enough, so I put out my last cigarette at 11:30 on Monday night.
Actually it was this that kind of pushed me over the edge.
And because this is not a blog, I feel obliged to point out that the purpose of this post is not to tell you that I’ve quit smoking, but rather to alert you to a new site addition, in the form of a motivational counter that my pal John whipped up for me. He calls it “quiTrack.” I prefer “Smokulator.”
Now can we please change the subject.
I can only hope that this monumental decision will yield innumerable benefits – both for you, your loved ones and your veritable legion of fans.
No doubt you have already noticed an improvement in several areas of your life. Like your pockets which now house more disposable cash, to be spent on obscure vintage music gear no doubt. Or perhaps cheese.
Irritability generally increases ones propensity for schadenfreude of which there is far to little. So by all means, laugh out loud and point if you feel like it.
The de-yellowing of body parts is another perk. This takes time however. I suggest a time-lapse quicktime clip.
The list goes on but I will allow you the pleasure of self-discovery which incidentally may increase due to the removal of tobacco’s repressive sexual influence.
But this isn’t about me. Well done Steve. May you remain sans fumeur. There is still beer and coffee and ridicule.
Remember that in times of weekness. That and cancer. For every great thinker lost, ten morons threaten to take his place. Good luck. We’ll be watching.
W
Weakness
(heh)
You’re a prince, Weagle
After a week I can now smell things that I haven’t been able to smell for almost 20 years. Not sure I like it.
John was with me on the Smokulator name, in spite of the slight allusion to impermanence (“I am not smoking now, but perhaps I will Smokulator”), and sent me an updated version.
MR.
I was looking at some old copies of Creem that Galia had. How sexy those rock stars looked with their cigarettes dangling from their mouths. Everyone smoked then. Now they’re dropping like flies. Dying slow cancerous deaths. At least they got to live like rock stars. That’s because they were. You wouldn’t be able to make that claim.
You’ll no longer look like a sexy rock star, Steve. But nor will you die a slow cancerous death. Hopefully.
Steve, that’s great news. Congratulations! I know it’s tough, but so very worth it.