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My comfort zone has recently shrunk to only the size of my apartment and the bar where the pub quiz takes place. So I thought I would expand it a bit and go to a different pub quiz that takes place at a different bar.

The different quiz in question is quite new. It has only been held once so far, and the previous time it had a whole round dedicated to video games and other games. So I was excited for today. Hoping that topics relevant to my interests would reduce my discomfort from being in a new location.

But just now, only a couple of hours before its start, the organizer casually mentioned that he had removed the games round from the quiz.

I mean, I get it. You get lots of random people show up at your quiz and they might be weirded out by a whole round about games, especially if they are some of those people who think games are a huge waste of time and life. So you would want to cater to a more wide audience by only including topics that everyone can appreciate, like medieval thrusting weapons.

But at the same time, leaving out that round is similar to the time when I stopped bleaching my hair and permanently removed my lip piercings. Sure, it will make you more socially acceptable, but it will also destroy your precious bits of individuality, personality. Make you bland. A sheep. One of the masses. Unremarkable.

I too have the old people disease that I am still listening to the same music I was listening to as a teenager.

And I just found a Spotify playlist that includes all my favorite bands. It is called “Dive Bar Anthems”.

I wasn’t familiar with the term “dive bar” so had to Google what it means. The Wikipedia description for it perfectly described the bar where I used to go every day back then.

It was a successful day – found an amazing playlist and found out how to call the kind of bar that I used to like.

I’ve had a habit of eating 3 cheese rolls for breakfast for quite a while now. Possibly for years.

A few days ago, I was just lying on my couch and relaxing and randomly decided to check how many calories a cheese roll has. I googled it and found out each one has around 500 calories. I was flabbergasted. Like what? I’ve casually been eating 1500 calories – almost a full days’ worth each morning?

I was shocked, disgusted, confused. I was no longer surprised why I have been gaining weight and rather amazed I hadn’t gained even more weight. I immediately decided to stop having 3 cheese rolls for breakfast.

Now I’m 2 days clean of the cheese rolls. Let’s hope I won’t relapse.

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I updated the blog to instantly accept comments. So that I don’t have to approve each one manually, they just appear right away.

Hopefully my spam detection system is sophisticated enough to prevent Furamo from being overrun with illegal activity.

But – in case you always had something to tell me and couldn’t be bothered – now is the time.

I was out with some friends and we were discussing what kinds of beer cocktails there are.

My first idea was the classic Submarine cocktail – having a shot of Jägermeister submerged upside down at the bottom of your beer glass. I used to have these decades ago at my regular bar.

Apparently there are more cocktails that you can make with beer, but the alluring idea of a Submarine swam around in the air and we were googling around how to make it.

At first we didn’t have a clue – how to get the shot of Jägermeister at the bottom of the beer glass without spilling any of it.

But eventually one of us – who also happened to be a professional barman – found the how-to instructions for this marvelous abomination.

So we went to the service personnel of the establishment to order one.

Apparently the art of making a Submarine is lost in time, only to be found in ancient tomes. Just as our barman initially couldn’t concoct one, neither could the officials of the premise.

So our own barman, albeit on his day off bartending, took the matter to his own hands and assembled a Submarine, teaching the young’uns while doing it.

It was finally there with us. The Submarine.

And I started to sip on it.

At first the only thing my tastebuds sensed was the cheap flavour of the cheapest beer we used in making it.

But eventually the shot glass at the bottom of the beer glass tipped over, and my drink slowly bled brown.

And the taste transformed from one of shabby beer to that of serious booze.

It was marvelous.

Got any tasty recipes we could cook the next time? Let me know in the comments.