Posts Tagged with "smoking"

You’re Outside for a Smoke, and Then…

February 21st, 2014 at 9:12 pm by Mark
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So what do you call this — a Lucky Strike? It’s certainly not a Camel, is it?

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Getting the Fish to Stop Smoking

February 28th, 2012 at 12:12 pm by Michelle
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This follows the sign to stay off the rail, so you don’t fall in the cage and make the animals sick.

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Anti-Smoking: Adventures in Irony

December 7th, 2010 at 12:14 pm by Mark
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     Everyone complains about smoking these days. It’s getting to the point that the simple act of having a cigarette by your car in an open-air parking lot is a damnable offense.  People can be so ridiculously dramatic about it, claiming, “You people are polluting the air for the rest of us!” as they get into their oversized, gas-guzzling SUV’s and speed away.
     But the one, snarky question that I love the most is, “If you’re so broke, why do you smoke?” And there’s such a simple answer, really.

      Smoking gives me a moment to walk away from a volatile situation and take a few deep breaths. Very often, it also gives me the chance to pause and reflect in an attempt to try and understand someone else’s viewpoint, rather than making a kneejerk reaction to lambast them for doing something I don’t agree with…

     …like smoking.

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The Essence of Being Sentimental

January 11th, 2010 at 7:15 am by Zacque
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There is something about staying up all night.  I don’t know if it all the creativity that to keeps you up or the thoughts that run through your head.  In this case I would say it was a little of both.

While I was patiently waiting the 6:30 a.m. tic to toc on the clock, I was diligently working on a piece of design soon to be seen.  The tedious monotony of tutorials and code are such sweet company on an early Monday morning, after all code is poetry.  I also managed to finish building my handout for today’s Introductory Computer Class at the Halls Senior Center.  Not much else was going through my head at the time.

It all changed as I began to cook at the turn of six.  I began to reminisce how my Mammaw and Pappaw must have done the same things day in and day out as they prepared breakfast for all of the boys in the painting crew.  God I miss that breakfast… To this day I can’t make white gravy that is anywhere close to that.  Moreover, the main thing I miss of that is the camaraderie, that my quiet breakfasts, with my wife or couple of friends, just aren’t the same. The atmosphere just can’t be replicated. I have fond memories of eating my portion and part of my uncle’s within a period of two or so hours.  Those were the days… just waking up to food prepared to eat as soon as your feet hit the floor.

That reminder quickly moved to a scene in Sam’s Restaurant and Deli for more breakfast than the average human should eat in one sitting.  Again, it was more the camaraderie than the food although it is excellent as well.  Heck, Mark and I would order one of the specials our friend would most likely order the Western Omelet. We would drink out fair share of coffee and smoke. Yes, I said smoke. You see that was prior to the unrealistic and unforgiving anti-tobacco lobby ruined that pastime for those of us who have no wish to kill the ignorant people we encountered during a day.

So, it is with that I leave you to go puff on bowl of tobacco and reminisce something else positive.  After all around 1964 the surgeon general determined pipe smoker’s outlive non-smokers and are relatively innocent of causing lung cancer.

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Quitting the Cancer Stick

August 19th, 2009 at 1:23 pm by Zacque
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I am not anxious.



I am sped up, ready to take over the world in a matter of minutes.

I am the wanton lover you always wanted, the man who can make you hot and heavy in a matter of seconds.

Ready to sell you into a business deal you don’t want to walk away from.

I am the experienced space monkey, shot into space, now on the return trip.

I am Zachary Hitchcock and I have just quit the cancer stick.