Thought you’d been lost at sea or sumpin.

Weaz has gone all short-timer now! It’s fun to watch.

Nicotine really is wonderful stuff, you know.

“Improvement in attention, learning, reaction time, and problem solving have been reported…. Different processes, including attention, stimulus evaluation, and response selection, appear to be involved in the effect of nicotine on human information processing” and, of couse, we all know about the stop-smoking and weight-weight gain relationship.

http://www.forces.org/evidence/hamilton/other/nicotine.htm

I’ve long said that tobacco is very, very good for you, right up to the point where it kills you.

Sort of like arsenic for horses. I’d expand on that subject, but I suspect that a few others here probably know far more that I do on that subject…

My nurse friend thinks I was using nicotine to self-medicate my ADD. Heh heh. It is true that I’ve gone totally flighty and stupid since I quit. Can’t sit still and read or program for long.

I quit for a a simple reason –
I grew tired of dirty ashtrays. They were everywhere! And dirty ashtrays stink. Ms. Lokki wouldn’t try to stop me from smoking, but she simply wouldn’t do ashtrays. Reasonable approach, I thought.

My worst post-quitting temptational moment came about 2 weeks after Stop-day. I was teaching a class to a group of Japanese businessmen and called a break. Suddenly, like a synchonized swimming team, everyone in the class tapped out a cig from the pack, lit it in unison, and blew the smoke towards me at at front of the room. I could see that blue wave rolling towards me, and my tongue hung out….. It was a hard, hard moment. It may have been a hallucination, but it was very, very real to me.

The only cigarette I’ve had since I quit was on the day I tumbled the bike on a mountain curve. I was passing another motorcycle and called for a little more lean than the bike possessed. Right boot toe-tip(ahead of the footpeg), then knee, then shoulder were sucked into the pavement. The bike summersaulted, and kept flipping end-over-end for 3 or 4 flips, while I said prayers to the deer that donated his hide to back of my riding jacket. I lived. The bike didn’t.

That moment, boys and girls called for a cigarette.

And there is more than you ever wanted to know about Lokki and cigarettes.

http://www.badgerbalm.com/p-382-healing-hands-soap-bar.aspx