"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...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Does YOUR Computer Have a Virus?
Well, apparently, mine did.
So I'm on my computer Friday night, and seeing as how I try to keep the Brewhaha updated at least every week, I thought quietly to myself, "You know what, I should upload a review of that one Jim Carrey movie where he has to be unintentionally funny instead of intentionally annoying." So I got my review for "The Truman Show" all typed up and ready to go, and I log on, and as soon as I try to get on to one of my blog pages, I get this error message saying:
"Warning: Blocked by Sonic Wall. Trojan Horse 666 #id Slash Delete Bleach Your Mind! Impending Terror Imminent! Consult your physician now!"
After I got a hold of my doctor, he told me I should go to the Blogger Help forum. So I went there, and they told me I needed to get a hold of the company responsible for putting up the firewall (since Google evidently doesn't do that).
With this in mind, I went to bed. Because it was late, and I told myself I could do it the next morning. I logged back in and tried to get on my blog page, and lo and behold, the firewall was gone.
It's amazing what sleep can accomplish, isn't it? It relieves stress, strengthens your immune system, and protects your PC from Trojan viruses.
Friday, February 25, 2011
100 Things?
So, needless to say, despite my promised quota of about nine posts a month (including dumb old YouTube videos and all), it's been kind of a busy month with school and work and all this random take-home paperwork I've got now, and I've fallen a bit behind schedule.
For anyone out there who blogs, or writes articles, or really just writes anything in general, have you ever had one of those days where you had a good idea, and you tell yourself you just have to write about it? And then you have one of those days where you sit down to right about it, but you completely forget what on earth you were planning on writing?
Well, luckily that didn't quite happen with me, because there are too many people on the Internets who won't let me forget it.
Apparently, even in our ultra-capitalist, disgustingly-materialistic society, there are some brave souls out there willing to go without. This is all part of the unofficial "100 Things or Less" challenge, where those brave souls have to give (or sell, or throw) away all but a hundred of their material possessions.
This craze started with Dave Bruno, an online "entrepreneur" and guy who writes stuff, who issued the 100 Thing Challenge to himself one summer when he realized he couldn't quite get into the kitchen without having to stop the hundredth pair of shoes from falling on his head. Having finally developed some sort of averse allergic reaction to the mess his house had become, he now keeps a running tally of his personal inventory, and is "is so averse to excess he can't refer to 100 things in the plural." In other words, he's exactly the kind of guy you wanna go drinking with.
In fact, the last I checked (about eight minutes before posting this), he and his wife were poised to sell their house. Hardcore.
Now, I'm not saying you should just go and sell all of your possessions (although a good friend of mine might say that). I'm even not saying you should go and sell half of your possessions (though, again, a certain friend of ours immortalized in the book of Esther might beg to differ, and half seems like a nice, round number to work with). And frankly, keeping track of your possessions for the sole purpose of tallying them and obsessing over a quota is less healthy than letting them accumulate to begin with.
But let's just play a little game for the fun of it, and see how many random things are right in front of you right now. Since I'm a non-homeless person sitting at my computer in my dorm, I'm assuming you are also sitting at your own computer right now, or at least sharing a computer with a spouse, a roommate, or possibly your parents.
Right now, just at a glance at my desk, I see:
My laptop (obviously)
HP All-in-One printer/scanner/copier (for the multi-taskers out there)
A stack of paper for my printer
A stack of papers on top of my printer (obviously that "paperwork" I was discussing)
My stapler
Pencil sharpener
Pair of scissors from grade school (back before The Brewsky had come into his own)
Some receipts I should probably throw out
A couple of pens (2)
Some pencils (3)
My MP3 player
An eraser (again, from grade school)
Post-It note reminding me about my date
Ticket stub for "True Grit" (which I may or may not be able to deduct as a business expense)
The Emerson MP3 player my buddy gave me the other day
School notepad
Now, as for the stuff inside my desk? Well...
The drawer stuffed full of receipts I need to balance my check book (I use my debit card a lot)
The flashing orange USB plug police light deals my blog buddy gave me...oh, just look here
A case study for one of my classes
Some folders (3)
School planner
Batteries
Some box for a Christmas gift I got (audio recorder, I think)
First aid booklet (for my other job helping Hannibal and the guys get out of sticky situations)
Roll of quarters
The Essential Writings and Speeches of Martin Luther King, Jr.
The Watchmencomic book graphic novel
A Coca-Cola worksheet for one of my business classes
Some article from MercuryNews.com about "keeping the peace at the holiday dinner table" (I should keep that for next year, just to be safe)
More printer paper
Plastic bag from Wal-Mart
An old, presumably broken...yep, it's broken...candy cane
A bottle of bubbles
The Christmas bag the above two items came in when a friend of mine gave them to me
Bag and receipt from the campus bookstore
Now, as for the stuff on the floor right by my desk...
My school notebook
Laundry bag (any clothes you would need for, say, maybe a couple of days, counts as one item)
Underwear (again, all one item--all of it)
Novelization version of the Iron Man film (spoiler: There is no "icing problem.")
Some old textbooks (2)
An old school notebook (What can I say? Our school bookstore is generous.)
Backpack
Briefcase for my laptop
Across the room?
Laundry basket full of clothes (let's just say that's what I wear for about a week and be done with that)
Quart of oil
Some files (5...or 6? Yeah, go with 6.)
Two old backpacks (the books ripped through them like paper. Well, paper processed and held in a hardback by ridiculously profitable textbook companies.)
Plastic silverware (technically that would make it something other than silverware, but whateve)
Shirts on hangers (I'll be a sport and count all 9 of them, including the flannel)
ID tag for the state Thespian festival
Winter coat
Beach towel
Graduation cap and gown (assuming I graduate this term)
Over by my dresser...
Pretzels (2 different brands, so that counts as two)
Can of soup
Shampoo
Soap
Lotion (What? It gets cold this time of year. And my hands always dry out anyway.)
Purex washer/dryer sheets (the kind you can use for both detergent and as fabric softener)
Hydrocortisone or some kind of cream
Tickets for a local play (2)
Air freshener
Electric razor
Hair gel
Toothbrush and toothpaste (frankly, it's better to count hygiene items as one)
Ramen. Lots of Ramen.
Noodles and Sauce. Lots of Noodles and Sauce.
Box of popcorn
Book I need to start reading
On the stand for my TV, there is...
A TV (go figure)
DVD for Season 1 of "Bleach"
DVD for Season 2 of "Bleach" (I should start watching that)
DVD for "(500) Days of Summer"
DVD for the South Park movie
DVD for "The Simpsons" Season 1
Alarm clock
Bottle of soap
Post-It notes
Oh, I think I just hit exactly 100 right here.
And finally, just over by my bed, we have...
Green chair from home
The box for my printer
More (MORE!!??) textbooks (2)
Couple of sweaters (read: 2)
Winter jacket
Plastic bags (3, at a glance)
Cap from the Hard Rock Cafe of Minneapolis
A Confederacy of Dunces (which I seriously need to finish)
Mini-fridge
Apples from the cafeteria
3 water bottles
Some fruit punch from the local dollar store
iChill Relaxation Shot
The Dixie cup I use for that punch (drink too much sugar as it is)
Plastic/metal cup to store in heat from that morning coffee (or hot chocolate, or whatever your warm beverage of choice is)
Napkins
Trash can
Roll of paper towels
Blue Bunny bin I use to heat up Ramen with
And I guess I'm supposed to count the bed coverings too. I'm not counting the bed, though. That's the school's.
So, by my count, that's...124.
As I recounted, it occurred to me that there were a few things I was missing. For instance, 1 "DVD" may refer to a pack of 4 or 5 DVD's with about 3 or 4 episodes each. And I never bothered to check my backpack, or any of the files or folders. Plus, there's also the...yes, the multiplug extension cords I use, and...one plastic bag full of cans and bottles that need returned.
But yes, I'm guessing that I could throw out a lot of this stuff. If not half, than definitely at least enough to put me down to 100 items.
Of course, if you're not a college student like me, then you probably have a lot more stuff to throw out. In which case...well, good luck with that, I guess.
Note: The Brewsky acknowledges that 100 items is a relatively arbitrary quota to go by when getting rid of stuff. Remember to properly dispose of all of your items, or else you could risk getting fined by the city. And, as always, remember that when you get rid of one priceless, mint-condition Han Solo action figure, another poor sap will just buy it. It's the blind leading the blind, the cycle that never ends. The...ugh...Dark Side of the Force, if you will.
For anyone out there who blogs, or writes articles, or really just writes anything in general, have you ever had one of those days where you had a good idea, and you tell yourself you just have to write about it? And then you have one of those days where you sit down to right about it, but you completely forget what on earth you were planning on writing?
Well, luckily that didn't quite happen with me, because there are too many people on the Internets who won't let me forget it.
Apparently, even in our ultra-capitalist, disgustingly-materialistic society, there are some brave souls out there willing to go without. This is all part of the unofficial "100 Things or Less" challenge, where those brave souls have to give (or sell, or throw) away all but a hundred of their material possessions.
This craze started with Dave Bruno, an online "entrepreneur" and guy who writes stuff, who issued the 100 Thing Challenge to himself one summer when he realized he couldn't quite get into the kitchen without having to stop the hundredth pair of shoes from falling on his head. Having finally developed some sort of averse allergic reaction to the mess his house had become, he now keeps a running tally of his personal inventory, and is "is so averse to excess he can't refer to 100 things in the plural." In other words, he's exactly the kind of guy you wanna go drinking with.
In fact, the last I checked (about eight minutes before posting this), he and his wife were poised to sell their house. Hardcore.
Now, I'm not saying you should just go and sell all of your possessions (although a good friend of mine might say that). I'm even not saying you should go and sell half of your possessions (though, again, a certain friend of ours immortalized in the book of Esther might beg to differ, and half seems like a nice, round number to work with). And frankly, keeping track of your possessions for the sole purpose of tallying them and obsessing over a quota is less healthy than letting them accumulate to begin with.
But let's just play a little game for the fun of it, and see how many random things are right in front of you right now. Since I'm a non-homeless person sitting at my computer in my dorm, I'm assuming you are also sitting at your own computer right now, or at least sharing a computer with a spouse, a roommate, or possibly your parents.
Right now, just at a glance at my desk, I see:
My laptop (obviously)
HP All-in-One printer/scanner/copier (for the multi-taskers out there)
A stack of paper for my printer
A stack of papers on top of my printer (obviously that "paperwork" I was discussing)
My stapler
Pencil sharpener
Pair of scissors from grade school (back before The Brewsky had come into his own)
Some receipts I should probably throw out
A couple of pens (2)
Some pencils (3)
My MP3 player
An eraser (again, from grade school)
Post-It note reminding me about my date
Ticket stub for "True Grit" (which I may or may not be able to deduct as a business expense)
The Emerson MP3 player my buddy gave me the other day
School notepad
Now, as for the stuff inside my desk? Well...
The drawer stuffed full of receipts I need to balance my check book (I use my debit card a lot)
The flashing orange USB plug police light deals my blog buddy gave me...oh, just look here
A case study for one of my classes
Some folders (3)
School planner
Batteries
Some box for a Christmas gift I got (audio recorder, I think)
First aid booklet (for my other job helping Hannibal and the guys get out of sticky situations)
Roll of quarters
The Essential Writings and Speeches of Martin Luther King, Jr.
The Watchmen
A Coca-Cola worksheet for one of my business classes
Some article from MercuryNews.com about "keeping the peace at the holiday dinner table" (I should keep that for next year, just to be safe)
More printer paper
Plastic bag from Wal-Mart
An old, presumably broken...yep, it's broken...candy cane
A bottle of bubbles
The Christmas bag the above two items came in when a friend of mine gave them to me
Bag and receipt from the campus bookstore
Now, as for the stuff on the floor right by my desk...
My school notebook
Laundry bag (any clothes you would need for, say, maybe a couple of days, counts as one item)
Underwear (again, all one item--all of it)
Novelization version of the Iron Man film (spoiler: There is no "icing problem.")
Some old textbooks (2)
An old school notebook (What can I say? Our school bookstore is generous.)
Backpack
Briefcase for my laptop
Across the room?
Laundry basket full of clothes (let's just say that's what I wear for about a week and be done with that)
Quart of oil
Some files (5...or 6? Yeah, go with 6.)
Two old backpacks (the books ripped through them like paper. Well, paper processed and held in a hardback by ridiculously profitable textbook companies.)
Plastic silverware (technically that would make it something other than silverware, but whateve)
Shirts on hangers (I'll be a sport and count all 9 of them, including the flannel)
ID tag for the state Thespian festival
Winter coat
Beach towel
Graduation cap and gown (assuming I graduate this term)
Over by my dresser...
Pretzels (2 different brands, so that counts as two)
Can of soup
Shampoo
Soap
Lotion (What? It gets cold this time of year. And my hands always dry out anyway.)
Purex washer/dryer sheets (the kind you can use for both detergent and as fabric softener)
Hydrocortisone or some kind of cream
Tickets for a local play (2)
Air freshener
Electric razor
Hair gel
Toothbrush and toothpaste (frankly, it's better to count hygiene items as one)
Ramen. Lots of Ramen.
Noodles and Sauce. Lots of Noodles and Sauce.
Box of popcorn
Book I need to start reading
On the stand for my TV, there is...
A TV (go figure)
DVD for Season 1 of "Bleach"
DVD for Season 2 of "Bleach" (I should start watching that)
DVD for "(500) Days of Summer"
DVD for the South Park movie
DVD for "The Simpsons" Season 1
Alarm clock
Bottle of soap
Post-It notes
Oh, I think I just hit exactly 100 right here.
And finally, just over by my bed, we have...
Green chair from home
The box for my printer
More (MORE!!??) textbooks (2)
Couple of sweaters (read: 2)
Winter jacket
Plastic bags (3, at a glance)
Cap from the Hard Rock Cafe of Minneapolis
A Confederacy of Dunces (which I seriously need to finish)
Mini-fridge
Apples from the cafeteria
3 water bottles
Some fruit punch from the local dollar store
iChill Relaxation Shot
The Dixie cup I use for that punch (drink too much sugar as it is)
Plastic/metal cup to store in heat from that morning coffee (or hot chocolate, or whatever your warm beverage of choice is)
Napkins
Trash can
Roll of paper towels
Blue Bunny bin I use to heat up Ramen with
And I guess I'm supposed to count the bed coverings too. I'm not counting the bed, though. That's the school's.
So, by my count, that's...124.
As I recounted, it occurred to me that there were a few things I was missing. For instance, 1 "DVD" may refer to a pack of 4 or 5 DVD's with about 3 or 4 episodes each. And I never bothered to check my backpack, or any of the files or folders. Plus, there's also the...yes, the multiplug extension cords I use, and...one plastic bag full of cans and bottles that need returned.
But yes, I'm guessing that I could throw out a lot of this stuff. If not half, than definitely at least enough to put me down to 100 items.
Of course, if you're not a college student like me, then you probably have a lot more stuff to throw out. In which case...well, good luck with that, I guess.
Note: The Brewsky acknowledges that 100 items is a relatively arbitrary quota to go by when getting rid of stuff. Remember to properly dispose of all of your items, or else you could risk getting fined by the city. And, as always, remember that when you get rid of one priceless, mint-condition Han Solo action figure, another poor sap will just buy it. It's the blind leading the blind, the cycle that never ends. The...ugh...Dark Side of the Force, if you will.
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Third Wheel
So there I was, on a date at T.G.I. Fridays. I'm finally getting over that whole fiasco with the last girl. This one is someone I used to know from high school. She's kind of lonely, just needs someone to talk to. I'm more than happy to oblige.
I don't know what's going to happen. She's nice and all, she's fun to talk with, she's not unattractive. Who knows what could happen at the end of the night? We're just having a fun night, the way two kids should.
Then this happens.
GTFO, whoever you are. And since when is my date any of your business? "Hey, bud, date's going great!"
Listen, first you barge in here, taking my date's seat. And then you're all like, "Hey, your date would want you to eat this. And this. Hey, I've got an idea, let's look at the menu together!"
Listen, guy, if I get angry at my own mom whenever she so much as absent-mindedly suggests, "Hey, don't chicken nuggets sound great," why would I give one chicken's derriere what you would want me to eat for dinner? Who do you think you are, some kinda chef or something?
And then, you're all like, "Show her you like new things."
The hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, we used to go to high school together, but I barely know this chick. I don't even think...of her...like that. She's my freaking rebound girl. Stuff like...sex...has barely even crossed my mind, and now you're trying to warn me, "Hey, you should try that thing you've never tried before."
And then let's not forget that time you decided to go to dinner with me. As if that wasn't awkward enough, you ask me what I wanna get, and then you're like, "Don't answer, I know what we're gonna get."
You dick. Listen, if that line didn't work with your actual girlfriend, it's definitely not gonna work with me. Especially after you ruined my last date. C'mon, I barely know you.
Oh, yeah, and have fun with that game show of yours. How's that going anyway?
Note: Sure, "My Secret Girlfriend" was terrible, but at least this guy wasn't in it.
I don't know what's going to happen. She's nice and all, she's fun to talk with, she's not unattractive. Who knows what could happen at the end of the night? We're just having a fun night, the way two kids should.
Then this happens.
GTFO, whoever you are. And since when is my date any of your business? "Hey, bud, date's going great!"
Listen, first you barge in here, taking my date's seat. And then you're all like, "Hey, your date would want you to eat this. And this. Hey, I've got an idea, let's look at the menu together!"
Listen, guy, if I get angry at my own mom whenever she so much as absent-mindedly suggests, "Hey, don't chicken nuggets sound great," why would I give one chicken's derriere what you would want me to eat for dinner? Who do you think you are, some kinda chef or something?
And then, you're all like, "Show her you like new things."
The hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, we used to go to high school together, but I barely know this chick. I don't even think...of her...like that. She's my freaking rebound girl. Stuff like...sex...has barely even crossed my mind, and now you're trying to warn me, "Hey, you should try that thing you've never tried before."
And then let's not forget that time you decided to go to dinner with me. As if that wasn't awkward enough, you ask me what I wanna get, and then you're like, "Don't answer, I know what we're gonna get."
You dick. Listen, if that line didn't work with your actual girlfriend, it's definitely not gonna work with me. Especially after you ruined my last date. C'mon, I barely know you.
Oh, yeah, and have fun with that game show of yours. How's that going anyway?
Note: Sure, "My Secret Girlfriend" was terrible, but at least this guy wasn't in it.
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