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All, it is with sadness that I am having to disable comments at the present time, while I work with Comcast and law enforcement to address this ongoing issue with said troll. It sucks how one person can ruin everything.

I do know a couple of change ringers from Little Rock, AR so maybe someone I know knows of this person. Shit, maybe the troll is one of the Little Rock change ringers who does personally know me but is using a pen name to conceal his or her identity. Whatever the case, I will not put up with this abuse anymore and am doing what I have to in order to shut this person down while I work with the powers that be.

I’m sorry it has come to this, but what can you do?


Oh No Way, Oh So Way

Stolen from King Ben’s Grandma.

Been so drunk, just couldn’t walk

Oh So Way. Sadly. In my defense, I can count the number of times I’ve been such on one hand. First was at the 2010 Mountain Brewer’s Beer Festival in Idaho Falls. $20 for unlimited samples? Yeah, bad idea. The only other time was after my friend got fired when we were both working at my previous company. I took it hard, needless to say.

Had a near death experience

Unfortunately, that’s also an Oh So Way. In addition to my near suicide back in 2015, I also have a heart conditioned called Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome that nearly killed me once. Had a radiofrequency ablation to correct it in 2008 and have been problem-free since then.

Talked to yourself in public

Oh So Way! It’s one of my worst habits truth be told.

Lied about age in order to fit in to the crowd

Oh So Way! Pipe band culture makes you do crazy things. I had developed a taste for Single Malt Scotch way before I was drinking age and so I always said I was 21. Nobody ever questioned it.

Gatecrashed a party

Oh No Way! Do you seriously think I ever get invited to parties?

Sniffed your underwear to see if it’s clean or dirty

Oh No Way! That’s just fucking gross. If in doubt, I will assume dirty.

Not paid a restaurant bill … deliberately

Oh No Way! I have, however, once left a zero tip. Only once, and that’s because the server made a rude remark about my short shorts. She didn’t think I overheard it. I did. Zero tip and a nasty note. I didn’t see here in there ever again after that incident, and I’ve been back there several times.

Woken up in a strange place, oblivious as  to how you got there

Oh No Way! What do you think I am? Stupid?

Worn clothing inside out

Oh So Way! Mostly unintentonal but a couple of intentional uses as well.

Broken a mirror

Oh So Way!  I’m so klutzy. No wonder I have the world’s worst luck!

Believed in a conspiracy theory

Sadly, that’s an Oh So Way. I bought into the whole autism/vaccines conspiracy for the longest time. I don’t know how I ever snapped out of that delusion.

Been involved in a riot

Oh No Way! I’m a lover, not a fighter.

Punched someone

Oh No Way! For one, I don’t like confrontation and I don’t like to fight (see above). For two, I’m thin, weak and frail. I wouldn’t stand a chance against anyone. Why do you think I have a concealed carry license? I want to at least have a fighting chance.

Now you guys know stuff about me you didn’t know before. Are you surprised? Are you up to playing along?

No Sugar Coating-Our Autism


Most people understand autism as extraordinary behaviors but really the behaviors are the RESULTS of barriers and overstimulation for a billion different reasons that are specific to each individual. Today I am sharing something very personal because autism has become debatable, cliche and sometimes even cool, some people even choosing to “identify “as being autistic like it’s a choice. So to all those people I’m here to tell you, this is not a game, this is some serious shit right here. To the lady who uncomfortably stared at my son at a community event yesterday , sucked her teeth , rolled her eyes and shot me a disapproving look for daring to bring my son out JUST to apparently make her life miserable. All you had to do is stand there !! Noah wanted be there, he fought to be there, he spun,stimmed and banged , he was determined to stay…

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Cigar Review: Wise Man Maduro Lancero


Today’s cigar review is an exercise in how a change in ring gauge can have quite a substantial change to the flavor profile of any given blend. The previously reviewed Wise Man Maduro Torpedo  features a 52 ring gauge, compared to today’s 7.5″ x 40RG box pressed Lancero edition.

The first light reveals a perfect draw putting off plumes of full bodied smoke. A big pepper and earth blast start things off with a tinge of leather in the background.

Getting into the first third we see more of the same while a heavy, smoky brisket note joins in the finish and retrohale with a bit of the espresso and dark chocolate notes joining in on the draw, but more of an undertone as compared to the Torpedo. As with the Torpedo, this blend was consistent start to finish, ending at 1 hour 10 minutes for an excellent burn time for a Lancero and the strength almost matching the body at medium/full.

Excellent construction with a near razor-sharp burn and the ash holding on about a quarter of the cigar at a time. This one featured the same elegant, quality self-adhesive band which was easy to remove without damaging the wrapper.

So where does this come in? Compared to the larger ring gauge which had more of the dark semi-sweet dessert tones, this one brought the heartier, more savory flavors to the forefront and had a little bit more power to the smoke. As for which one prefers, that’s a matter of opinion. If I had to pick one I’d say I like the Torpedo in this one slightly better, but it really just depends on what I want because they are both killer cigars. Same pairing recommendations as the larger size, though and the same rating of 4.5/5.

Now, I did get a question recently about ring gauge. I was asked why I don’t usually review big ring gauges. The answer to that is I don’t generally like big ring gauge cigars. The reason being is they tend to be very mild, airy and don’t burn very consistently. I’ve had blends that I normally like in an “average” ring size that went totally bland in a 60+ size. As such, that’s why I don’t typically buy large ring gauge cigars. Mid 50s is where I generally cap out. I’ve had a few 60s that were good but they’re few and far between.

As you notice my trend, generally I review a Robusto or Toro size (approximately 50-54 ring gauge) as my “baseline” for a blend when I’m trying it for the first time, and if it’s something I like then I’ll try like a Lancero, Corona or Churchill (38-48 ring gauge) to compare the sizes to. I usually will avoid the Gordo (60+) end of the spectrum for the reason above, though if a particular blend only comes in that vitola sure I’ll give it a whirl. Most have been underwhelming to my palate though.

Another question that’s sometimes asked by new people – how is ring gauge measured? Ring gauge is the diameter of the cigar measured in 1/64ths of an inch. So a 64 ring gauge would be 1 inch in diameter and so forth.

Silly Haiku…

This is kinda fun. Song lyric haikus? What can you come up with? Mine was:

Even while we sleep
We will find you acting on
Your best behaviour

Cyranny's Cove


Oh oh oh oh oh…
Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh
oh oh… The white stuff!

Ok, this is not serious, but I just thought it was funny that this fit the three lines of a haiku. And believe me, when a snow storm hits town, you need to find something to laugh about… LOL And for the youngest, or the people who wouldn’t get the joke, here’s what this was inspired by;

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Wine Review: Apothic Inferno


This offering from Apothic Wines is a red blend (they don’t disclose specifics from what I’ve found) aged for 60 days in whiskey barrels. Consistent with this aging, it does have a slightly higher than average alcohol content at 15.9% ABV. Whiskey (particularly bourbon) barrel aged wines have been a bit of a hot trend lately, so I expected nothing less than for Apothic to get in on the action. But did they do it well?

Pour is a deep burgundy color as a great red wine should. The nose is immediately greeted with notes of plum and cherry with a tinge of vanilla and woody bourbon. The palate is greeeted with a blast of bourbon with tones of vanilla, oak and maple syrup. This is supported by a black cherry and blueberry core. Finish is semi-dry with mild tannins and a long lingering warmth. I would rate the body at medium – it’s an easy drinking wine without being too heavy.

For the price (about $12/bottle it appears) I doubt you’re going to see a more wallet friendly whiskey barrel aged wine. I do feel the whiskey in this case might have been too assertive in that it seemed to be the star of the show instead of just adding character, but it was still a very enjoyable wine. I paired this with a Torano Exodus 1959 50 Year cigar for this review and it was a solid pairing. Rating: 3.5/5.


So Long, 2018…

Well here we are, the first day of 2019. An odd-numbered year, so not a leap year and luckily not an election year in the US. I’m so over that bullshit I could fucking scream.

At the very least, I can say 2018 was for the most part uneventful, save for a few major personal tragedies. That’s not to be expected, but at least for me personally, it broke the cycle of each succeeding year being worse than the previous, as had been the case for a decade prior. If anything, moving home after being taken away from home in 2017 made it better than the previous year.

So what will 2019 bring for me? Well that’s yet to be seen, but for sure more ink (obviously), lots more cigars, wines, beers and scotches to review and maybe a new career. We shall see, but even if this career is only in my spare time (which I’ll have more of as I work from home on a most-time basis for my day job) it’ll be a nice outlet. As always, one thing that will NOT rear its ugly head in my 2019 is a relationship. I remain committed to my permanent single status as well as my childfree status (in accordance with my antinatalist philosophical views).

I’ve never been one for resolutions to be honest. I think they’re a bunch of phony bullshit. There’s nothing magical about the day January 1 for which you decide to make some lifestyle changes. You can do that any day of the year. Quit treating that as a special one.

Thanks for being with me for the two and a half years I’ve had this blog, and here’s to many more. Cheers!

-Lynn Blair, “The Inked Autist”