Happy Thanksgiving

From all of us here at Tulibo Heavy Industries, manufacturers of the finest in industrial cleaners, caustic chemicals, and pointless blogs since 2010, to you, dear reader, thank you and have a wonderful Thanksgiving.  To our readers outside the U.S., well, happy Thursday.  Finally, to our industrial cleaners and caustic chemicals customers, regular shipments will resume Monday, November 29, and don't forget to try our newest product; Leftover-B-Gone concentrated liquefaction solvent, guaranteed to liquify pumpkin pie, corn on the cob, and even an entire turkey to a loose gel in 15 minutes or less, just in time for the holidays!

Your Votes Have Been Counted and Discarded

Yes, to all who participated in the Great Kiki Halloween Costume Vote of 2010, I thank you, my wife thanks you, even Kiki thanks you.  Well, she says phhbbbblhh, but she means thank you.  However, I regret to inform you that your votes, though tallied by the third most exclusive accounting firm in Hollywood (they do the counts for the People's Choice Awards!), were for nought.  No, my darling child was not a monkey.  She wasn't a flower or sushi.  She wasn't even a aviator/owl mashup.  Nope, she was Goku.


Thank you for your vote nonetheless.












What, oh, you're still here.  What's that?  Oh, you don't know what the fuck a Goku is?  It's a character from Dragon Ball, a Japanese anime.  Or, more succinctly, it's this:

And Kiki's version:

Illustrating the five-finger death touch technique

Eating her Dragon Ball.

But we got so many people saying, "What's a Goku?" "She's going to be a dragon?" and "Isn't Japanese anime all weird tentacle sex stuff?" that we decided to have a backup, more accessible and generally less odd costume.  Minnie Mouse.  Well, Minnie in an outfit a lot like her normal outfit, but not sanctioned by the Disney Corporation and Global Domination Task Force.

You may notice that she is flipping the bird, as if to say, "Fuck you bastards, I should have been Goku.  I learned the five-finger death touch technique for this bullshit?  Come closer, let me touch you!"

Carboloading for Breakfast

Hope you've heard the good news, Burger King has added the Whopper to their breakfast menu!


Yes, no longer do you have to buy a Whopper on your way home and leave it in the car in order to have one for breakfast!  Now, don't tell me I was the only one who did that!


I've heard lots of "Whoppers for breakfast, that's gross, disgusting, and borderline insane."  Mainly from my wife.  But how else am I supposed to efficiently surpass the daily recommended allowance of, well, everything except vegetables, by at least 1,400%?  


Have it my way?  Hell yes, Mr. King, er, I mean your Highness.  I would like this please:

Unfortunately, BK didn't plan on someone creating a sandwich of these proportions (how is that possible?), so it cut off some of it.  Well, most of it, really. Here's quick rundown:

Meat:

20 burger patties, 20 chicken patties, 5 veggies patties, and 5 fish filets.  

Condiments:

Tartar Sauce, Ketchup, Mayonnaise, "Stacker" Sauce, Mustard, and A1

Toppings: 

Double lettuce, tomato, onion, pickle, and crispy onions, 8 slices of cheese, and 10 slices of bacon.

For a total of:

885 grams of fat

290 grams of saturated fat

3020 mg of cholesterol

34,830 mg of sodium

and 13,880 calories

Served with a large fries and shake, it takes the total to 15,380 calories and 935 grams of fat.  Delicious!

Face it, before they started offering the Whopper for breakfast, the best you could do was this:

http://www.bk.com/en/us/menu-nutrition/index.html?mymeal=201011158a888089744849fa8e5c1725d6b0b2d6

A mere 2,160 calories, 149 grams of fat, and a measly 6,740 mg of sodium?  Pathetic.

Japan Tales - Arrival

Ah, Japan, you tempting seductress, with your panty vending machines and toilets more intelligent than the average 8th grader.  Yes, I just returned from a trip to Osaka to visit my in-laws.  I have been a few times before and have become somewhat accustomed to some of the peculiarities of the nation, but there are still new surprises for me every time.


This trip, it didn't take long to notice something a bit different.  While sitting in Tokyo awaiting my connecting flight, they began pre-boarding the flight.  Now, I know the drill; children, handicapped, those who need more time, I got it.  However, they seem to include a few more groups I am not as familiar with.  Unfortunately, I could not understand the announcements, and when this graphic appeared on the screens in the gate area it didn't exactly clarify things:

Now, some of these I do understand.  Top left, Japan Airlines logo, got it.  Bottom left, pregnant ladies, fair enough.  Top center, wheelchair bound passengers, with you still.  Bottom center, infants, okay as well.  Now, top right, apparently they feel the need to clarify that children in hats, and not just those in bibs, are also welcome to board early?  Or maybe bodyless children (could be a bigger problem in the far east)?  And then bottom right, I'm totally clueless.  Men in hats?  Mustachioed men?  Or maybe the two on the right are indicating that decapitated children and adults are welcome to preboard?  I'm not sure, all I know is I went to the bathroom, drew on a mustache, fashioned a hat out of paper towels, and got on the fucking plane.  Hey, I don't want those decapitated children filling up all the overhead compartments with their robot bodies.  

Roommate

Alright, today I will ask you to use your imagination.  Yes, close your eyes and... wait, you can't read this with your eyes closed.  Okay, read the post, memorize it, then close your eyes and tell it back to yourself.  Hmmm, yeah, that does sound like a lot of work for what is, let's face it, a minor entertainment at best.  Okay, fine, just read it and pretend you're imagining what I describe, and hopefully we will achieve minor entertainment.

It's your first day of college.  You move in with your new roommate.  She seems quite pleasant, very smiley and generally a happy, easy going sort.  But then you go to sleep, and at first, all is well.  But then, after about 5 hours of sleep, she wakes up screaming, yelling, and crying.  Not knowing what to do, you get her a glass of milk and she quickly calms down and goes to sleep.  However, every 2-3 hours for the rest of the night, she repeats this bizarre ritual, awakening unhappy, bawling, and yelling, only placated by a drink, after which she quickly returns to sleep.  The next morning, frazzled, exhausted, and more than a bit disturbed, you quickly find the college's housing office and demand a reassignment, since your roommate is obviously unwell, slightly disturbed, and possibly psychotic.  

The End.

What was the point of my little tale?  Well, only this.  That roommate, yes, she's my daughter.  And I have submitted a complaint to the housing authority about her nighttime behavior.  And by housing authority, I mean my wife.  It took a while, but I finally received a response.  I was informed that I was a jackass, and was being reassigned to the couch.  

Japan Tales - Sushi

Finally, on my fourth trip to Japan, I convinced my wife to take me to a true sushi restaurant.  See, my darling wife doesn't eat raw fish.  So she is understandably less-than-thrilled to take me to a hardcore sushi restaurant in Japan, where, except for the eel (because it's blood is poisonous... neat!), the idea of cooking the fish is rather sacrilegious.  It may also be that she doesn't want to have to sit next to me while I eat all the fish in the restaurant.  For the sake of brevity, here's basically what I ate:

But of all the sushi I had, there was one piece that really stood out from the rest.  Or should I say swam.  Yes, "dancing sushi", a piece of shrimp so fresh it was still moving on the plate... and when you bit into it the tail fins curled around your lip.  Here is the aftermath:

As for the before, I didn't want to offend the chef by taking a photo while my food was slowly dying so I did not get a shot of it, but it basically looked like this:

Well, minus the doorman outfit.  You've got to go to a really fancy restaurant to have them dress up the fish before serving them.  

Now I know, some of you think this is disturbing, or cruel, or gross... maybe all three.  And I don't know that I can defend myself, but all I can say is that it was delicious, and it could have been worse.  I could have been eating this:

Yep, spam sushi.  Spushi?  

Schadenfreude, Rawa-dawa and the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon

In my further attempts to spread useless knowledge, the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon is when you, after having learned an obscure fact or word for the first time, encounter that item repeatedly thereafter. For instance, upon learning that dacryops is moistness of the eye, suddenly you will notice it everywhere.  Alright, maybe that example is a bit too obscure even for Baader and Meinhof.  But still, a good word to know, for all your eye wetness discussions.  Okay, after learning that the "internet" is this "web" of "networked" "computers," suddenly you will notice "websites" everywhere, on advertisements, magazines, even television ads.  It's uncanny.  Okay, fine, somewhere between dacryops and the internet lies the true realm of Baader-Meinhof.  


The first time I heard about the phenomenon was upon learning the meaning of schadenfreude, joy in another's misfortune, a very German emotion.  Suddenly it seemed to appear in every book, article, and show I came across.  This led me to a discussion of this synchronistic phenomena, which I was informed had a name.  Yep, good ol' B.M.  Wait, that just means bowel movement.  Hmmmm, B-M phenom?  Nope, that just sounds like a phenomenal bowel movement.  BaadMein?  Meh, not in love with it but it'll do.  


Anyway, a word I recently learned and hope to see a lot more of (to be BaadMein-ed?) is rawa-dawa.  It is "the sensation of suddenly realizing you can do something reprehensible, and no one is there to witness it."  Now, you may not think you have much use for such a phase, but just wait.  Now that is has been planted in your head it will start to fester, and taint your thought process.  Pretty soon you'll be seeing rawa-dawa everywhere you look.  You can thank me later.  

Only The Lonely

Well, my wife and daughter are off in Japan, and in preparation for my upcoming trip to meet them I stopped by the local Japanese grocery and bought some foodstuffs to keep from starving while on my own.   

When I unpacked my groceries at home I was surprised to find actual directions in English on the noodles.  I had assumed it would all be in Japanese, and I had planned on just boiling them for about ten minutes and then, you know, eating them.  Oh, what a fool I was.  No, nothing that simple will suffice for these.

Alright.  Let's take it one step at a time.  Here we go.  

Step 1. Put noodles scatteringly in boiling water little by little, turn the fire low when spout out, boil continuously for about 12 - 13 minutes without changing temperature of water, put out the fire, wash in water and put noodles in a basket to drain off water.

First off, in what world is that one step?  Let's break it down a bit more, shall we?

Put noodles scatteringly in boiling water little by little.  Clunky phasing, maybe, but understandable.  

Turn the fire low when spout out.  Um... what?  I'm assuming "spout out" means returns to a boil?  Sure, let's assume that and move on.  

Boil continuously.  Is this really a problem?  Are a lot of people boiling things intermittently?

For about 12-13 minutes.  Could you be more unsure?  Didn't want to add "maybe" to the end of that?  Have they actually tried cooking these noodles before writing the instructions or are they just guessing?

Without changing the temperature of the water.  Well, I hate to pick nits (alright, I live for it), but how CAN you change the temperature of boiling water?  That's the whole point of boiling.  

Put out the fire.  Wait, I had to build a fire to cook these?  Crap, this is seriously authentic.  

Wash in water and put noodles in a basket to drain off water.  Okay, at first blush this seems understandable.  But wait, do I drain the boiling water off first?  I need a basket too?  I already had to build a fire and now I'm weaving baskets?  These noodles better be amazing.  

So, we've got some cooked noodles (and a new basket too!), let's move on to some serving suggestions.

Step 2. In addition to serving it as ordinary Udon, it can be served as Miso Nikomi and/or Yutsuke Udon by floating noodles in hot water and dipping them in the stock in another receptacle with spices such as green onion, laver, etc.

Okay, fine, I won't serve these as "ordinary Udon" (way to sell it there, by the way), in fact, I will go all out and serve them at Miso Nikomi AND Yutsuke Udon.  So... I put them in hot water and then... uh... I make some stock?  I need several dishes?  Green onion is a spice?  What the fuck is laver?  Oh, it's a traditional Welsh dish of seaweed.  Obviously.  And how exactly would I make Miso Nikomi versus Yutsuke Udon?

Hmm, this all seems quite complicated, can't I just put a sauce over these noodles and treat them like good ol' spaghetti?  Oh, look, here's step 3!

Step 3. It can also be served as spaghetti style by boiling noodles hard, frying and seasoning them with ketchup, etc.

How do I boil them hard?  Does that mean boil them until they're hard (no time at all, since they're dried pasta and start hard) or boil them hard, as in vigorously, as in for a long time?  Now I need a fryer too?  Fuck!  Oh, but I can them season them with ketchup AND etc.   Mmmmm, that sounds delicious!

Parenting Craps

Once again, dear reader, we delve into the world of worthless, stupid, and needlessly complex (not to mention expensive) baby products.  The topic this week?  Cleaning your child.

Yes, unfortunately, no matter how high tech your wipes and diligent you are about changing their clothes, eventually, after a month or two at least, your child will need to be cleaned.  

Now, you have many options.  You could shower with them, but then you have a small, slippery, wet, squirming item you're trying not to drop.  It's like showering with an oiled watermelon, but much less hilarious (and delicious) if/when you drop it.  You could bathe it in the bath, but the tub is kind of big and the baby is, in case you didn't notice, kind of small.  

So, if you're with me thus far, we've entered the world of baby bathtubs.  Now, you could buy a cheap and simple plastic tub that sets in the tub, fills from the spout, and drains with the innovative "dump it out" technology.  This would cost about $12, and would obviously show to the world that you may like your baby, but don't really love them.  

No, if you really, really loved your little one, you would spring for something that would get them clean while also showing your love and devotion.  You know, something like this:

No, your eyes aren't playing tricks, it's a whirlpool bath for an infant.  Once again, in case you're brain refused to process that the first time around, a whirlpool bath... for an infant.  Yes, I am baffled as well.  And just for those of you who think I scoured the internet to find this obscure and almost non-existent product, they're disturbingly common.  Seriously.

Really?  Does your baby need the bubbles to massage their stress away?  With a normal tub they are gently hand-washed from head to toe, carefully dried off and then dressed in clean clothing.  This isn't luxury enough? 

But, if even a jacuzzi bath just isn't extravagant enough for your special little one, you can always combine the bath with another item, to have the double benefit of making them both less functional while also more expensive.  Yes, something like a combination changing table and bathtub.  

The bathtub is under the changing table... in one of the drawers maybe?

And all for the low, low price of $892!

But, if you really want to be on the cutting edge of bathing, what all the cool parents are using is the Spa Baby, a "european style baby bath".  Because Europeans are so well known for their personal care standards.  It's a lot like a bucket... in fact, almost exactly like a bucket:

In case you're confused, the Spa Baby is the one with the baby in it.  As far as I can see, the only difference between the Spa Baby and a bucket is that with the Spa Baby you don't get a handle.  Oh, and it costs $41 more than the bucket.  Yeah, that makes sense.  No better way to show your love for your child than buying unnecessary and expensive crap.  Me?  I'm waiting for the Travel Spa Baby.  It's only $67.  And it's got a handle, for bathing on the go!

The awesome power of naming

According to anthropologists (or, more accurately, an anthropologist, I think his name was Bob), "naming is one of the chief methods for imposing order on perception."  

Which, er, means, well, something profound I'm sure.  And many believe that names carry power.  Just imagine if Oprah had been named Bertha.  Yeah, something about "Bertha's Book Club" just sounds like it would only contain cookbooks... about pie.  Mmmm, pie.  


But I digress.  Most of us are rarely asked to name anything in life.  Maybe a pet hamster (Mr. Pickles!) or a dog (Doctor Marmalade!), maybe even a product (Crystal Pepsi!).  But then we become parents, and we have to name a human.  Suddenly Xerxes and Tulibo are no longer 'suitable.'  No, we need to come up with a 'real' name for our child, something that fits a variety of conflicting goals. 


1) It must be serious enough for an adult but fun enough for a child.  You can't have a 3-year-old named Sebastian Chrisphersonville Jackstonian Ruperacton XIV.  Yet, you don't want to create a 42-year-old mother of 4 named Boopsie McChuckles.  


2) It should have meaning without being bizarre.  Naming your daughter after the Greek goddesses of Trees and Memory sounds like a fair idea.  Yeah, I'm sure little Mnemosyne Dendritus will be thrilled.  


3) It should be uncommon without being strange.  You don't want her to be the 17th Isabella in her class, but you also don't want her to be the only Samiyah in the tri-state area.  


So, you work and work, and finally come up with a name that you and your significant other love, something that really captures the essence of this little person you are going to create.  And then she's born, and within a matter of weeks you find yourself referring to her as "Doodle."  Yeah, we should have just named her Dendritus.  

Results Are In...

Well, the polls have closed and the results tabulated.

Bringing up the rear with zero votes, a dead heat for dead last between sushi, lobster, and peanut.  Apparently the readers have issues with dressing my child as a food product.  Probably a good idea, especially if you've seen me around food.  I may not realize it's my child until I've dipped her in soy sauce... though I would need some big chopsticks.  

In fourth place with one lonely vote is Princess Leia, in third with two is flower (sorry dear!), and in second... winning the silver medal as the first loser, it's the Owl/Aviator thingamajobber (boooo!).  So, yes, with 7 votes, a full 50% of the votes (although Google calculates it as 75%... with a total of 149%... just a reminder not to have Google do your taxes), it's...

Monkey! (In case you didn't know what this is)

Yes, my sweet darling daughter is going to be dressed as a monkey for her first halloween... or whatever my wife decides she should be, because, let's face it, I shouldn't be trusted with this kind of decision.

And, dear reader, neither should you, apparently.

Well, if this whole process taught us anything (not necessarily a safe assumption), it's that online polls are meaningless.  Now I need to go sign an online petition to stop torture, global warming, taxes, and, what the hell, hail storms.

Oh, and search google to figure out where I can get some bigass chopsticks.

Wishlist

My wife and I, in the 13 minutes between when we put our darling daughter to bed and she starts crying because she rolled over and can't/won't roll back (yeah, this isn't going to get old) often have some interesting conversations.  Recently, we began mulling over what we would buy if we had all the money in the world.  Okay, fine, if we only had $4.2 billion.  


Now, most people will list a bunch of cars, perhaps an island or two, maybe even an entire country.  (Yeah, Luxembourg, sure you're not for sale.  That's what all the tiny countries say.)  Often people will wish for something stupid, like a magic wand, or invisibility cloak.  

Way to waste your money, douche.

Yeah, good luck buying those things.  No thank you, nothing but real, tangible choices that can be bought with cold, hard cash for the missus and me.


Which brings us to our selections, carefully weighed and chosen for the outright joy and pleasure they would bring on a daily basis.


1) A suit made out of fresh, warm bread.  Baked anew every morning.  Sometimes brioche, sometimes sourdough, periodically just good ol' wonder white.  Warm, fragrant, and delicious.  

Kind of like this, but even more awesome

2) A second sink in the kitchen that looks and functions pretty much like any old sink.  Hot and cold taps, sprayer head, you know, the standard.  Ah, but instead of water... milk.  And maybe whipped cream from the sprayer head.  A never ending supply of fresh, delicious milk.  Warm or cold.  Yum.  

Mmmm, warm milk.

3) A constant supply of new socks.  Face it, most clothing gets better with wearing.  The exception?  Socks.  Okay, fine, bread suits and socks.  But new socks, mmmm, nothing better.  And, being mildly obsessed with them, most of the socks would be toe socks.

The perfect accessory for a bread suit.

So, there you have it, the best three things to possibly spend your money on, given unlimited funds.  You can thank me later.  Although, yeah, you can thank me right now, too.  


Fine, at the end of the day, I think we'd just buy a servant to flip our baby back over in her crib.  And by servant, I mean a robot made out of bread. 

Japan!

Well, now we've done it.  We booked tickets to Japan for the family.  Exciting?  Sure, yes, of course.  But it is an excitement tinged with abject terror.  24 hours travel time.  Three layovers.  With a 7 month old.  Yep, I keep envisioning an entire day of this:

Hooray!

But then it could be worse.  Much, MUCH worse.  I could be a stranger sitting next to her.  At least she's my daughter, and I have some chance at calming her down, right?  And besides, her crying sounds like sweet music to me.  Sweet, sweet screamcore.

But we'll get through it.  Besides, we've got a secret weapon!  The sit-n-stroll.  It's, well, it's...

It's a stoller!

No, it's a car seat!

NO, it's a stroller!!!

CARSEAT!!!

STROLLER!!!!!!!

No, you're both wrong (and kind of douches too), it's both and MORE!

According to their manufacturer, it is 5, count 'em, 5 things in 1!  It's a stoller AND a carseat AND a, uh, wait, you count rear facing and forward facing carseat as two things?  And your other two are FAA seat and booster seat?  So, really, it's 2 things in one.  A seat and a stroller, right?  Or, you could go the other way and say it's 1,322 things in 1.  Hey, why the hell not.  Let's go crazy!

It's a paperweight!  It's a boat anchor!  It's a miniature office chair!  It's a sideways facing carseat!  It's an emergency ejection seat (with option add-on rocket boosters)!

Despite all this, we bought it, and are hopeful that it will mildly smooth the travel to Japan.  After all, Kiki needs to enjoy the many pleasures of Japan.  That's right,

High-tech Toilets, requiring an engineering degree to flush:

Conveyor Belt Sushi:

Interesting Translations

Friendly Wildlife

Dogs in Pants

and Arcade Sex Machines

But no matter what, at least we know she already likes sushi.

Kiki Undercover

Well, it's Kiki's first Halloween (that we know of), and we're struggling with the costume decision.  She needs something cute, unique, mildly clever, slightly funny, and with just a soupçon of absurdity.  So, obviously, she's going to be... uh.... yeah, that's the problem we're having too.  Here are the ideas we've got so far...


1) Monkey

2) Princess Leia

3) Sushi

4) Flower (Missus' current favorite)

5) Owl/Aviator Thingy (My current favorite)

So now, dear reader, we ask, nay, beg for your help.  On the right is a poll, please vote for what you would like to see Kiki become this October.  And if you have any additional ideas, please post them in the comments and I'll add them (while reserving the right to edit/reject) to the poll.  Kiki thanks you... unless you choose something really embarrassing, in which case she curses you.  Oh, how she curses you.


EDIT:


One bit of additional information and a few more choices, just to muddy the waters. 


First off, my wife would like me to clarify that we are not planning on our child being topless for the monkey option, as in the photo.  No, we were thinking something more like this:

and also that, though the owl costume is an option, she reserves the right to veto the goggles, depending on Kiki's tolerance.  And, now on to the additional options:


6)  Lobster

Cute, but it somehow looks to me like the child was just shoved inside a dead animal.  I think it has to do with having eyes on the hat.  Just kind of creeps me out.  For illustration, compare the owl costume above to this one:

Ick.


7) Peanut

Very cute, but Kiki's mobile enough now, I think losing the use of her legs isn't going to go well.  

Why not just suck on a flashlight?

So, being as I've written about a dozen posts and have hit the theoretical "blog-wall" I'm now using ideas from friends, families, strangers, and small woodland creatures (just wait until my squirrel post, it will change your life forever!).  So, Ross, thank you for alerting me to the disaster that is BluCigs


Please, take a moment to check out their site, I'll wait...

www.blucigs.com

Okay, and welcome back.


Yes, I am befuddled myself.  Well, let's start from the beginning, shall we?  Judging from their homepage, the number one selling point for this product is that it is "Made in the USA."  Now, I'm not trying to be unpatriotic, but first I want to know what the fuck a product is before I care where it is manufactured.  There are some amazing wood tick pesticides manufactured in northern Texas.  Doesn't mean I want to buy them.


Okay, moving on.  It appears their quality control motto is "It's All Good."  Since your quality control appears to consist of a jackass douchebag (just try saying "it's all good" and not sounding like a jackass douchebag) equipped with a tiny checklist with the very technical categories of Excellent, Good, Average, and Poor (what, there wasn't room for "Totally Bitchin'"), forgive me if I am hesitant to stick your device in my MOUTH.  I am always a bit reluctant to stick electronics in my orifices, especially when they contain lithium batteries.  For those of you who slept through high school chemistry, here's what happens when lithium meets water:

Neato!  But I can smoke it anywhere!


But let's get back to BluCigs sales pitch.  I mean, sure, you can look like a complete douche, and have the thrill of possible chemical burns on your face, but what do these things actually contain?  Digging a bit through their site, you find their language gets more and more vague and nonspecific the deeper you get.  In question #27 (of 27) on the Customer Service page, you will find this gem:


What are the ingredients in e-liquid?

The blu cartridges contain nicotine (in levels of high, medium, low and no nicotine), propylene glycol, flavoring, and other safe flavoring ingredients exclusive to blu. These cartridges come in various flavors and nicotine contents to satisfy the needs of a variety of users. Propylene glycol is a water based ingredient found in many health products and medicines. None of the ingredients in the cartridges have been found to be toxic to humans.

Really?  Really?  REALLY?  So, nicotine has not been found to be toxic to humans?  So, in their definition, something that can kill you isn't toxic, huh?  Interesting.  I guess this just falls under the "It's All Good" umbrella.  Pardon me if I am a bit skeptical when you're "high" nicotine product contains 16 mg of nicotine, also known as over 50% of the lethal dose for adults.  Or, 150% of the lethal dose for children.  Oh, and propylene glycol, also known as anti-freeze?  Yeah, it's water based in that it contains hydrogen and oxygen.  But, don't worry, the propylene glycol website (yes, it has it's own lobbyist site) reassuringly states that "actually, from a toxicological point of view, alcohol is more toxic than propylene glycol."  Okay, sweet, because no one has ever died from alcohol, right?  Oh shit.  


But hey, don't worry, "It's All Good."