Tonight was Art's birthday celebration. We went to William's Peanut Pub, or some shit. I love the salted-in-shell peanuts, but if I eat too many, I'll have an epsidode, as Rusty would say.
William's sells their beers by the liter, which is awesome, both because I can say "I would like a liter of beer" and because each liter is more than 2 pints. Whih makes you drunk faster. And you feel like a real man lifting up a 1 liter mug. Unfortunately, they wouldn't sell us pitchers for some reason. Thats the only thing more manly than a 1 liter mug.
There are 2 things I meant to write about this week. The first is Deadliest Catch. This is honestly one of the best shows on television. Its about crabbers in the Bering Sea near Alaska, and its on Discovery Channel. To be honest, it can get slightly redundant at times, due to the nature of the job, but the people on this show are amazing. This show embodies the manliness we try (and fail) to capture with this blog. This seaoson, the captain of one of the boats suffers a stroke during the season, so its all captured on camera. He eventually succumbs to it and dies. Captain Phil
The way the producers handle this is respecful and interesting. They literally had video of him taking his last breath, but chose not to air it, which I agree with. They handled it with class and grace, while making for an intereting show, even though people knew he died way back in February. (I just spelled February right on the first try. Just goes to show why I deserved to finish in the top 5 of the 5th grade spelling bee. Fucking "swineherd" knocked me out. I'm still bitter. I'm pretty sure that's not a word.) My point here is, if you haven't been watching Deadliest Catch, you probably should be. If anything, you should at least watch the newest season, though I'm afriad you wouldn't be as attached to the people on the show as if you watched it for the entire run of the series. Full espisodes can be found online.The second thing to talk about is the Mikko Koivu signing. Soon after the deal was announced, Rusty sent me an email asking my thoughts on the matter:
At the very least, it's better than this:
I would say moer, but I'm about to pass out. This has been the inagural issue of Drunk Blogging. Sleep tight folks. I know I will.
1 comment:
LOL. Well done sir.
Also, I love that your gmail ad is for roseville chiropractor. Maybe you could massage away that episode.
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