An interesting read on two Genre Busting gentlemen, one Alan Moore (the creator of "Watchmen" and a giant in the comic book industry) and Hideaki Anno (the creator of...you know what? Remind me to do a Brewhaha review on Evangelion some time...)
(No, seriously. If I don't do an Evangelion review in the next few weeks, just shoot me. In the back.)
As for that buddy I mentioned in my last post? The last he said, he was back home. I'm not sure whether to be worried or relieved that he was released from the hospital. Beyond that, that's all I can tell you.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
eXCLclamation pOINrts and Quesiton MARKS
Have you ever wound up looking for AAA's for your cheap MP3 player, and then it turns out you got AA's by accident? Yeah, that guy was me.
Have you ever forgotten your pay check and then rushed to the office to get it over a week later? Yeah, that employee was me.
Have you ever just put off your FAFSA for about one or two months, and then not been able to find your pay stubs when it comes time to estimate your income for the year? Yeah, that potential perjurer looking at the possibility of jail time was me.
Have you ever gotten a heart attack about ten or twenty years too early?
Don't worry, that last one isn't me. The bad news, it still happened to a buddy of mine from youth group. It was a minor heart attack, but it was bad enough that he had to wait in the emergency room. For almost three hours. (Because when you get to the ER, they'll either have the decency to rush you in, or the decency to make you wait for a better part of your day.)
I'm talking to him on Facebook chat right now. He says he's on a couple of medications, including an inhaler. Nobody knows how it happened, but needless to say, I'm going to be watching the salt content in my own food out of pure, unadulterated fear. And as always, he will be in my prayers.
And now, some YouTube junk.
Yes, from the show that taught us to toss our fridges out the door if it attacks us, it's"Tank" "TANK!"
Have you ever forgotten your pay check and then rushed to the office to get it over a week later? Yeah, that employee was me.
Have you ever just put off your FAFSA for about one or two months, and then not been able to find your pay stubs when it comes time to estimate your income for the year? Yeah, that potential perjurer looking at the possibility of jail time was me.
Have you ever gotten a heart attack about ten or twenty years too early?
Don't worry, that last one isn't me. The bad news, it still happened to a buddy of mine from youth group. It was a minor heart attack, but it was bad enough that he had to wait in the emergency room. For almost three hours. (Because when you get to the ER, they'll either have the decency to rush you in, or the decency to make you wait for a better part of your day.)
I'm talking to him on Facebook chat right now. He says he's on a couple of medications, including an inhaler. Nobody knows how it happened, but needless to say, I'm going to be watching the salt content in my own food out of pure, unadulterated fear. And as always, he will be in my prayers.
And now, some YouTube junk.
Yes, from the show that taught us to toss our fridges out the door if it attacks us, it's
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Social Animals
First of all, I probably need to mention that I am not anti-love, I am not anti-romance, and I am emphatically not anti-wedding. As some of my posts would indicate, nothing could be further from the truth. At heart, I am nothing more than a hopeless romantic.
Still, something has recently come to my attention. Specifically, the quality of our weddings. Specifically, the quality of our wedding receptions. Specifically, the quality of wedding receptions organized and put on by very close friends of my family.
I can't believe it needs to be said, in this country, in this day and age, that your music sucks. Your music sucks beyond words. Your music sucks so much, so hard, that it wouldn't be out of place in your local red light district.
Or, specifically, the music at wedding receptions sucks. Or, more specifically, the music put on by very close "family friends" of mine at their wedding receptions sucks.
I'm supposed to almost be an adult now. I believe I fall into that much-sought demographic known as the young adult. So I should be able to get past the thought of my aunts and uncles, my grand-parents, my mom, and both of my dads, some nice old ladies from church, all rushing to the dance floor and shaking their "thangs" to Def Leppard or Toby Keith or "Play That Funky Music White Boy," and then getting to talk with other "friends of the family" for about four hours while I sit around texting some friends, and then they try to talk me into getting off the phone with my friends and dancing with grandma for maybe one or two songs, and at the end of the night they're all drunk and I end up the designated driver.
Somehow, though, I can't get past that. It might be a generational thing, or it might just be I'm not a family man. Or, for that matter, much of a man at all.
A lot of my general resentment with weddings comes from just not being the life of the party. See, even at wedding receptions, there are bound to be some chicas there (not that I resent the title of a one-woman man, but still). The problem is that there's a certain social dissonance with trying to pick up chicks while Mom and Pop are about two feet away. Not that one should be going to weddings with the express intent of trying to pick up chicks (I'm look at you two tools), but if such an opportunity were to present itself, having to worry about the approval of Mommy dearest makes it that much harder.
It's not rocket science, really. It's just...well, it's more like brain surgery, I guess. Possibly the brain surgery of one social animal Homo sapien. Specifically, one very obtuse and stubborn Homo sapien who is still caught between a rock and a hard place.
This really doesn't have anything to do with my relationship woes. It's more like me feeling like a fish out of water at a very recent wedding reception. It was for someone at my church. She has just married someone I used to have classes with in high school. And I'm happy for both of them. They're both very nice people, and they seem right for each other. The groom gave me a Swiss Army Knife as a gift for helping out with the ceremony. (I did some ushering. I wasn't really an "usher," but I helped direct the flow of guests in and out, and I videotaped, so I guess it counts.) It'll be nice when I travel to the south side of Chicago this weekend.
Weddings are a beautiful thing. It shows the joining of two souls who have vowed to love and nurture each other for the rest of their lives. There is nothing so sacred and so meaningful as giving one's heart to someone they truly cherish.
It's just. The receptions. Always. Suuuuuck.
Just a word of advice: If you should ever get married (and I hope you do), avoid country music. And whatever "white boy" plays that funky music. And ninety-percent of the stuff from the eighties (Queen is still more than acceptable though). And, as a rule of thumb, anything that's been playing way too much on your local radio station.
And if you go to a party like that, bring at least one or two friends you wouldn't be embarrassed to start dancing in front of.
Still, something has recently come to my attention. Specifically, the quality of our weddings. Specifically, the quality of our wedding receptions. Specifically, the quality of wedding receptions organized and put on by very close friends of my family.
I can't believe it needs to be said, in this country, in this day and age, that your music sucks. Your music sucks beyond words. Your music sucks so much, so hard, that it wouldn't be out of place in your local red light district.
Or, specifically, the music at wedding receptions sucks. Or, more specifically, the music put on by very close "family friends" of mine at their wedding receptions sucks.
I'm supposed to almost be an adult now. I believe I fall into that much-sought demographic known as the young adult. So I should be able to get past the thought of my aunts and uncles, my grand-parents, my mom, and both of my dads, some nice old ladies from church, all rushing to the dance floor and shaking their "thangs" to Def Leppard or Toby Keith or "Play That Funky Music White Boy," and then getting to talk with other "friends of the family" for about four hours while I sit around texting some friends, and then they try to talk me into getting off the phone with my friends and dancing with grandma for maybe one or two songs, and at the end of the night they're all drunk and I end up the designated driver.
Somehow, though, I can't get past that. It might be a generational thing, or it might just be I'm not a family man. Or, for that matter, much of a man at all.
A lot of my general resentment with weddings comes from just not being the life of the party. See, even at wedding receptions, there are bound to be some chicas there (not that I resent the title of a one-woman man, but still). The problem is that there's a certain social dissonance with trying to pick up chicks while Mom and Pop are about two feet away. Not that one should be going to weddings with the express intent of trying to pick up chicks (I'm look at you two tools), but if such an opportunity were to present itself, having to worry about the approval of Mommy dearest makes it that much harder.
It's not rocket science, really. It's just...well, it's more like brain surgery, I guess. Possibly the brain surgery of one social animal Homo sapien. Specifically, one very obtuse and stubborn Homo sapien who is still caught between a rock and a hard place.
This really doesn't have anything to do with my relationship woes. It's more like me feeling like a fish out of water at a very recent wedding reception. It was for someone at my church. She has just married someone I used to have classes with in high school. And I'm happy for both of them. They're both very nice people, and they seem right for each other. The groom gave me a Swiss Army Knife as a gift for helping out with the ceremony. (I did some ushering. I wasn't really an "usher," but I helped direct the flow of guests in and out, and I videotaped, so I guess it counts.) It'll be nice when I travel to the south side of Chicago this weekend.
Weddings are a beautiful thing. It shows the joining of two souls who have vowed to love and nurture each other for the rest of their lives. There is nothing so sacred and so meaningful as giving one's heart to someone they truly cherish.
It's just. The receptions. Always. Suuuuuck.
Just a word of advice: If you should ever get married (and I hope you do), avoid country music. And whatever "white boy" plays that funky music. And ninety-percent of the stuff from the eighties (Queen is still more than acceptable though). And, as a rule of thumb, anything that's been playing way too much on your local radio station.
And if you go to a party like that, bring at least one or two friends you wouldn't be embarrassed to start dancing in front of.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Linkage Overload
So there's this guy, he's been gone for spring break, so he hasn't been able to blog as much as usual. (Four posts a month for the Brewhaha, and eight posts for this blog, that's how I roll). So he goes to check back in and post some new stuff, and wouldn't you know it, his videos are all messed up.
See, he has a couple of videos for Phil Davison (who is the most greatest communicator of our time), and this one video with that teeth-scratchingly annoying guy who keeps chiming in on your date, and another video which demonstrates a more drastic male interest in feminine products than most people would consider healthy.
So he logs on for the first time since spring break started, and he scrolls down to check the videos real quick, and through some sort of glitch while logging on, it turns out they're all mixed up. So in his discussion of Phil Davison, it also looked like Davison endorsed the Trojan vibrator for women. And in the post discussing how annoying third wheels can be, one could see the video of Davison's presidential ad, originally posted along with the original Davison video.
So which video replaced the original Phil Davison video? None of them. Because nothing can replace the magnetic, roaring, prepubescent voice and feral, nigh-animalistic gaze of Minerva's greatest Republican county treasurer's employee between the years of 2000 and 2010.
They're all back in their usual spots now, though. Which is a shame. Because I want to see Phil Davison endorse Trojan vibrators. "Drastic orgasms require WHAT? DRASTIC VIBRATORS, YES!!! WHO SAID THAT!? THANK YOU! DRASTIC ORGASMS REQUIRE DRASTIC VIBRATORS!!!"
See, he has a couple of videos for Phil Davison (who is the most greatest communicator of our time), and this one video with that teeth-scratchingly annoying guy who keeps chiming in on your date, and another video which demonstrates a more drastic male interest in feminine products than most people would consider healthy.
So he logs on for the first time since spring break started, and he scrolls down to check the videos real quick, and through some sort of glitch while logging on, it turns out they're all mixed up. So in his discussion of Phil Davison, it also looked like Davison endorsed the Trojan vibrator for women. And in the post discussing how annoying third wheels can be, one could see the video of Davison's presidential ad, originally posted along with the original Davison video.
So which video replaced the original Phil Davison video? None of them. Because nothing can replace the magnetic, roaring, prepubescent voice and feral, nigh-animalistic gaze of Minerva's greatest Republican county treasurer's employee between the years of 2000 and 2010.
They're all back in their usual spots now, though. Which is a shame. Because I want to see Phil Davison endorse Trojan vibrators. "Drastic orgasms require WHAT? DRASTIC VIBRATORS, YES!!! WHO SAID THAT!? THANK YOU! DRASTIC ORGASMS REQUIRE DRASTIC VIBRATORS!!!"
Thursday, March 10, 2011
"Et Tu, Henriques?"
"Facebook Diaper Food Ends in Kamisha Williams's Fatal Stabbing"
I think I facepalmed before I had even finished reading the title for this article. I don't think I was even halfway through reading the damn title, and I was already thinking, "This is going to be really stupid, so I should put down the pencil in my hand before I stab myself in the face." I could actually sense a few seconds into the future, and realized this was going to be inexcusably, unbelievably stupid.
Basically, Richards lent $20 to her friend Kayla Henriques so she could buy some diapers for her 11-month-old son, only to find out Henriques had spent the money on...hell, I don't know, Ramen. Williams confronted Henriques...on Facebook, demanding her money. The argument continued over the course of the day, with Richards finally boasting that she would have the last laugh. Henriques replied, "We will see."
Sadly, there could be only one foreseeable outcome. Richards confronted Henriques at her house, and they took their argument into the kitchen, where, after Williams presumably informed the latter of her rights as a creditor, Henriques took a knife and stabbed her.
17-year-old Richards is a junior at the local high school. So, already, things aren't looking good for her. Still, even as a teen mother, she definitely could have gotten somewhere as long as she hadn't gone and stabbed someone. Over twenty dollars. Of course, we'll never know the details of the actual physical fight which led up to the stabbing, but still...
I think I facepalmed before I had even finished reading the title for this article. I don't think I was even halfway through reading the damn title, and I was already thinking, "This is going to be really stupid, so I should put down the pencil in my hand before I stab myself in the face." I could actually sense a few seconds into the future, and realized this was going to be inexcusably, unbelievably stupid.
Basically, Richards lent $20 to her friend Kayla Henriques so she could buy some diapers for her 11-month-old son, only to find out Henriques had spent the money on...hell, I don't know, Ramen. Williams confronted Henriques...on Facebook, demanding her money. The argument continued over the course of the day, with Richards finally boasting that she would have the last laugh. Henriques replied, "We will see."
Sadly, there could be only one foreseeable outcome. Richards confronted Henriques at her house, and they took their argument into the kitchen, where, after Williams presumably informed the latter of her rights as a creditor, Henriques took a knife and stabbed her.
17-year-old Richards is a junior at the local high school. So, already, things aren't looking good for her. Still, even as a teen mother, she definitely could have gotten somewhere as long as she hadn't gone and stabbed someone. Over twenty dollars. Of course, we'll never know the details of the actual physical fight which led up to the stabbing, but still...
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
A Night Out With Thor
This guy is officially awesome. I'd have the video up on my actual blog, but I get quite sick and tired of seeing all those elongated YouTube videos stretching over to the right side of my screen, so instead I'm just going to link it right...about...here.
Suffice to say, though, that's some badass drumming. Presumably, those hands and those drumsticks in his hands were blessed by Thor himself. Presumably, they were blessed by Thor after our drummer in question gave the Norse god of thunder a profound ass-kicking. And made him pay for a night at the local pub, or bar, or whatever it is you Americans call it.
Oh, and if you're wondering why I haven't been posting many new posts lately, I've been busy. And you say, "Well, wait, Brewsky, how busy are you that you can post some schmuck in a band from YouTube, but you can't discuss, say, all those teachers that were fired?" And I say, "Well, writing a decent, halfway-informed post like that takes time, and since I don't work with any major news networks, I actually have to take the time to compile such information and compose it in a professional manner.
"Plus, well, just look at that guy. He's not just killing those drums, he's slaughtering them and dancing on their graves. He is eviscerating them and then hanging them from the trees as a warning to unwary travelers not to play bongo drums in his presence. While wearing their intestines as a scarf."
Note: The opinions of The Brewsky do not represent Blogger.com's views on Norse mythology, America, major news, or the families of those whose intestines are currently being used as scarves. If you have been offended, we apologize.
Suffice to say, though, that's some badass drumming. Presumably, those hands and those drumsticks in his hands were blessed by Thor himself. Presumably, they were blessed by Thor after our drummer in question gave the Norse god of thunder a profound ass-kicking. And made him pay for a night at the local pub, or bar, or whatever it is you Americans call it.
Oh, and if you're wondering why I haven't been posting many new posts lately, I've been busy. And you say, "Well, wait, Brewsky, how busy are you that you can post some schmuck in a band from YouTube, but you can't discuss, say, all those teachers that were fired?" And I say, "Well, writing a decent, halfway-informed post like that takes time, and since I don't work with any major news networks, I actually have to take the time to compile such information and compose it in a professional manner.
"Plus, well, just look at that guy. He's not just killing those drums, he's slaughtering them and dancing on their graves. He is eviscerating them and then hanging them from the trees as a warning to unwary travelers not to play bongo drums in his presence. While wearing their intestines as a scarf."
Note: The opinions of The Brewsky do not represent Blogger.com's views on Norse mythology, America, major news, or the families of those whose intestines are currently being used as scarves. If you have been offended, we apologize.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
He's Comin'
This guy's got my vote.
He has quite the Bill Murray quality to his voice, whenever he emotes. It's a good thing he spoke up for that crowd of about ten or twenty people. You can tell he has that Master's in Communications.
Btw, have you seen his ad for the Presidency?
YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Soo-WEET!!!
Saw this on TV several times over the past couples of days. Evidently, there's some kind of vibrator, which the main character's boyfriend finds out about.
Words escape me right now.
Words escape me right now.
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