Oh the possibilities.......
"The mere sight of alcohol impairs drinkers' memories"
from BPS Research Digest by Digest
For students who like a tipple or three, the mere sight of a bottle of Jack Daniels can have a detrimental effect on their memory. Dennis Kramer and Stephen Schmidt, who made the observation, said this is probably due to the emotional salience alcohol has for those who drink a lot.
One hundred and twenty students performed a task reminiscent of the Generation Game, which involved them observing pictures of 15 everyday objects, such as a hammer or a banana, and then attempting to recall them 5 minutes later. After the memory task, the students were split into high and low drinkers based on their average number of drinks per month.
For some of the students, the eighth item in the memory test was a bottle of Jack Daniels, while others saw a bottle of Pepsi Cola in its place. It turns out that among the high drinkers only, memory performance was significantly affected by the the nature of this eighth item.
Firstly, the high drinkers, but not the low drinkers, were more likely to recall the Jack Daniels than the Pepsi Cola. Moreover, the high drinkers who saw whiskey in the eighth position, were far less likely to recall the next three items in the memory test, than were the high drinkers who were shown Cola. This memory-impairing effect of whiskey was not observed among the low drinkers.
The researchers said this is consistent with the idea that alcohol had acquired an emotional salience to the high drinkers, leading to an attention-narrowing effect that impaired their encoding of the items that followed the picture of whiskey. A similar effect was observed in an earlier study when a nude picture was inserted among a series of to-be-remembered items.
The researchers concluded that a test like the one used in this study might be helpful in measuring how effective alcohol interventions have been at changing people's feelings towards drink.
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Bubba can't remember how it happened; he was absolutely sober, there was no fight, yet somehow she talked him into agreeing to forgo the Cubs playoff game tickets that cost him nearly two months paychecks, and instead is sitting in Oprah's audience, listening to her interview "Sandra", who used to be "Sam", telling, the step by step how doctors performed to rid him of his nasty testicles, and let loose the inner woman he always know was his true self;
And he highly recommends every man explore his inner woman-- to every man- imagine trading all those wasted hours in front of the tube watching football, when you could be out "antiquing" with your wife, appreciated the subtle differences between queen anne style, and victorian.
Goodby Nascar, fart jokes, scratching yourself in public, and Hello Martha Stewart, Women Writers Book club, having 31 varieties of Quiche, and learning the sheer joy of a bathroom, free from ultimate evil, soap scum.
He could hardly wait to get out of there; all he was thinkin about was "Cats"
Now even a dumb hick knows you can't herd cats, let alone teach em to act; He used the "Big City" smarts he picked up in the last 8 hours, put 2 and 2 together, and came up with the zenith of most high culture cats he had ever seen- Catlist.
Bubba was not good with math, but he was in good with his bud, Krapshoot, and when they put 2 and 2 together the usually came up with something involving Breasts. Big Breasts. It was Krapshoot who introduced him to the zenith of civilization-free intenet naked ladies.....as far as the eye could see.
Krapshoot got real concerned that little krapshoot bring home his school issued computer every night so he could get a good job one day....computers are the doorway to a good paycheck. Computers were also Krapshoots doorway to paradise.
Ever since he looked up Cats in that 'Sheecogo guide', he knew this trip was not going to be a total bust. One look at the castlist and he knew his was in for somethin that would top any cubs game; Oh yeah, "Rumpleteazer", he knew he had seen her on Catlist....
Let's go back in time, and see how Mrs. Bubba accomplished this feat, without resorting to putting out, selling out, or checking out
She thought this would cost her finally having to give in to Bubba's "car safety" plan: An airbrush picture of Carmen Elektra painted on the hood of his old 1984 Chevy Pickup, (so he "won't ever be bored on long drives and maybe fall asleep at the wheel"- since "Buddy's Wet Spot" closed, he has to drive all the way to town, 12 whole miles, to the nearest liquor store-and every trip could be his last.....and workman's comp might cover part of the expense as a medical cost....then she picked up this article at last week's 12 step meeting for Women who hate men who hate thm back.
It then went something like this:
Honey, how was your day?, Good, Let me tell you about mine.....
I got rid of all the junk in the garage that you've been nagging me about,
I also sewed all the buttons on your shirts, and did the ironing, too.
I made your favorite Mac and cheese for dinner, and it's on the table
(Oh, I don't know what that bottle of Jack Daniels is doing on the dining room table, I'll put it away)
Honey, I bounced another check, it was only for 60 dollars for a pedicure
Honey, we are a teensy bit over the limit on the Visa card, but we really needed those new curtains.
Honey, promise me that you will go with me to see the Oprah show, those cubs tickets don't have to go to waste, just sell them to your brother....then we could stay an extra nite and see "Cat", too? I'll call him now, and tell him he can pick up the tickets tonight, K?
Amazed at her sucesss, Mrs Bubba, first sets her sites on a new dishwasher, the kind that you can even hear yourself whisper while it's on, though she thought it was stupid to whisper in your own house, let alone to yourself.
But now she is planning on bigger and better things. She is now planning on going back to college, studying psychology and dumping Bubba's sorry ass, and telling her story on Oprah someday
Psychology.Shish! This is too much like fun....and damn easier than working at Wal-Mart, sellin guns and amo to these knuckle dragging rednecks.....