Posts Tagged "drinking"
To think, I almost gave up on doing this drawing in favor of a night spent honing my NBA Jam skills. Lucky for you (yes, you, the one nerd checking this blog on New Year’s Eve) I’m a slave to the grind. Maybe next year I can resolve to be less productive… although something tells me that probably won’t happen.
In truth, I knew I had no choice but to finish this little doodle, if only because I spent $14 dollars on a bottle of wine for research purposes. And also drinking purposes. Speaking of which… cheers, bitch. Let’s pour one out for 2010 — after all, it’s the only one we’ll ever have.
Here’s another gang of photos from my new center of operations, featuring so many close ups and odd angles that you’ll barely know what you’re even looking at! What, you’re not enticed by that? Well then I guess you’re just too simpleminded to understand real art, I’m afraid. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to head over to the corner, smoke a pack of Marlboro Reds, and try my best to look really deep in thought.
It’s so dim in my new luxury dungeon that taking hand-held pictures in there at night requires some unfortunately high ISO speeds. Translations for the not-so-photo-savvy: There’s so much noise in these shots that they look like I took them with an iPhone and didn’t even bother to use one of those totally sweet Hipstamatic filters so they’d look less like I took them with an iPhone.
Joose. Been seeing this foul brew in every bodega, on every street, in every neighborhood of New York City since I’ve gotten back. It’s certainly one of the most disgusting concoctions I’ve ever willfully ingested, with an aftertaste so wholly unnatural one wonders if its surprisingly high alcohol content (12% abv) actually comes from the gasoline they surely forgot to include on the list of ingredients. However, they were good enough to mention “FD&C Yellow #5″ right on the front of the can, which is considerate of them, since I haven’t been able to feel my testicles since.
Later that night, at a local beer-drinking establishment, I was overcome with the sensation that I was, in fact, Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo and promptly tipped over in my chair. So that pretty much sums up my feelings about Joose.
This was perhaps not the joosiest selection of photographs, but they can’t all be sunsets and storm clouds, guys. Just most of them
High Life might not be the best tasting beer — I’m not much for champagne — but it is one of the best looking, anyway. Analyzing beer package design is one of my hobbies. …I have others.
Drinking is one of the others. I know that might come as a surprise.
Pretty good advice. It’s just too bad that danger happens to be awesome. And it seems extra awesome when one is drinking, however the advice is also extra pertinent when one is drinking.
Speaking of package design, I thought this obscure candy from Italy had a delightful color scheme. Reportedly, the taste… not so delightful. But I can’t really remember for sure. You know… yeah. Drinking. I told you it could be dangerous.
I’m going on vacation! Five days of lethargy and mosquito bites in the wilds of Wisconsin. But dedleg will continue to operate as normal, thanks to those immigrant workers I employed to man the helm in my absence. Fuck you, Arizona! It’s still legal to hire illegal immigrants in Illinois!
This seemed like an appropriate way to close out Dedleg’s Unofficial Substance Abuse Week 2010. Remind me to pick up a car seat after work so I can take you babies to the club tonight.
Everybody in the Boston area, make sure to be at Savant Project Extremelounge for Sexy Saturday, this Friday, April 9th. DJ Mysterioso and DJ JDDJJDDJJDJDDJ will be spinning the hottest overplayed tracks all night, crushing the dance floor and your will to live, as you clutch the toilet bowl, throwing up your 8th Irish Car Bomb. It’s going to be wicked!
First thing’s first — steal this for your Willy B loft party promo posters and Ima pour actual ants all over you. Loft parties in other places? Have at it, hoss — but you know where to send the invite.
Anyway, onto the inspiration for this illustration… Other than the name of a totally righteous beer, delirium tremens happens to be a fairly debilitating (and by that I mean sometimes fatal) form of withdrawal — rich with ghastly visual and tactile hallucinations! If that doesn’t sound like fun yet, how about now?
The main symptoms are confusion, diarrhea, disorientation and agitation and other signs of severe autonomic instability (fever, tachycardia, hypertension). Other common symptoms include intense perceptual disturbance such as visions of insects, snakes or rats.
Delirium tremens can sometimes be associated with severe, uncontrollable tremors of the extremities and secondary symptoms such as anxiety, panic attacks and paranoia.
Benzodiazepines are the treatment of choice for delirium tremens.
Withdrawal from sedative-hypnotics other than alcohol, such as benzodiazepines, can also result in seizures, delirium tremens and death if not properly managed.
This vicious cycle.
I did this illustration for a 10th grade health class textbook a few years back. Unfortunately, they’ve swapped out the image in recent years, apparently for something more “scientifically sound.” Personally, I don’t see what else needs to be said, but I guess doctors disagree or whatever. First they try convincing us we evolved from apes and now this? The education system in this country is appalling. Just appalling.