The one where we say nice things (for once) about some people and crack (the usual) bad jokes.Read more "Do the Blog Thing"
It’s all dudes in the airport think about. Evidently.Read more "Wiener, wiener-wiener"
Tasty, but not so vastly different than regular, as much as I could tell, seven-year-old recollections being what they are. I swear to god, I only had two. That would have been fine, except for the pale ales, Sunbrus and that one goddam Kiltlifter. Kiltlifter is aptly named. Some beer-goggled lifting of the kilts almost happened. […]Read more "Whiskey, part 7"
Somehow I missed last month’s 10 year anniversary of the end of my 3-year exile to Antarctica and the 2 years of recovering from frostbite. I may have been distracted by the then-looming slight possibility (something like two to the power of twenty-five thousand to one against) of ending a similar streak. Karma: Think again, Bright Boy.Read more "Don’t Forget Your Towel"
And those are from the fans.Read more "The Internet, on our Triumphant Return"
It’s been a long couple of months. Long story short, I can’t compete with the tragicomic shitshow that is the presidency of popular vote loser Weiner von Shitstain. So, I OD’d on Strippers and cocaine joined the priesthood worked my ass off like a wage slave about to be assfucked by some oompaloompa who would rather watch […]Read more "The Internet: Where the HELL Have You Been?"
At the time. What to do when you’re alone in a strange town on Xmas eve eve. Dive bar? Check. Barfly who is totally not a hooker? Check? The usual charm? Check. One last round and then let’s get out of here? Sounds right. Later…Read more "It Seemed Like a Good Idea"
Rogue One is fine. The continuity and shoutouts (Captain Antilles, anyone?) reach gratuitous levels, but still not as bad as Sith. Thankfully, no mention of Yoda.Read more "Peak Vader"
Via John Oliver, this whole year needs to be impaled on a pike at the gates, as a warning to 2017 and any other fucked up year of shit that wants to follow.Read more "Eat a Dick, 2016"
and I ain’t got nobody I got some no money ’cause I just got paid fucking sent home again, until Thursday Now, how I wish I had someone to talk to I’m in an awful way, But I have beer (no, not with Ray – we know how that ends) and Star Wars reruns, so I’ve got […]Read more "Another Tuesday Night"