Incomprehensible

A wonderful new drug

Scientists are trying to make a drug that will diminish social anxiety. I didn't even bother reading the whole article because this wonderful "new" drug already exists. And it's called alcohol. Geez, scientists, get with the program. Why not study something useful? Like perhaps how to stop the inevitable octopus menace?

I almost wrote "inevitable zombie menace" and then realized that'd be less horrifying and more awesome. Zombies aren't smart, they don't have eight prehensile limbs (sometimes they don't even have four limbs!) and they only want brains. Octopuses want power, crabs and to drag you to an inky, horrible and cold death and swallow your soul.

Octopocalypse. It'll happen. I'll be ready. And by ready I mean shrieking on a chair in the kitchen like 50s sitcom wives at the sight of a mouse.

Stick that in your pipe and Drink it, Dow.

The 1855 Governor of Portland, ME, Neal S. Dow was an ardent Prohibitionist. He set into place the Maine Law of 1855 which banned the sale and manufacture of liquor except for "medicinal and mechanical" purposes.

Which interests me. I understand where the medicinal part comes from but what on earth is the mechanical bit?

Anyway, the point of this missive is that on Neal Street there's a Gulf station and on Dow street there's a 7/11 and since both are within easy walking distance, they serve as the purchase points of most of my beer not bought at a bar.

Irony? Perhaps. I'm sure Dow's spinning in his grave thinking about it.

EDIT:

Here's a map!

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Lemme walk you through it. My house is there on Marshall Street in the lower left corner. It's on the left next to the "St." Walk up Marshall, hang a right on Brackett and then walk the wrong way down Neal Street. That's the Gulf station on the corner of Neal and Congress. Take a right on Congress and walk to Dow Street. That's where the 7/11 is.

Neat!