My Day At Chez Coma

4 04 2008

I go through this every day talking about politics. Every DAY I’m telling you.

Why?

Go here. You will understand a little better.





For Badger …

27 03 2008

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Brokaw, Booze And Liquoring Up The Candidates

16 01 2008

Brokaw had a an idea to spice up the multitude of presidential debates, which can become tiresome. “I would bring the candidates over to my apartment, and I would mix them a batch of martinis or we’d do a few tequila shots,” he said. “About three martinis in apiece, or about four or five tequila shots in apiece, I’d say, ‘Alright what do you really think about Hillary or Obama.’ My guess is that’s a form of truth serum.”

“So you’re recommending drunk debates, is what you’re saying,” O’Brien asked. “I’m for it,” said Brokaw.

Brokaw also described his experience with drugs and alcohol growing up, saying, “I was a child of the ’50s. I liked getting tanked up on good scotch and drinking a lot of beer.”

I knew I always liked Brokaw.

H/T Mediabistro 





The Drunkest Generation?

8 01 2008
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Cracked Magazine has the top ten reasons your granddaddy could drink you under the table.
My granddad usually just had a couple of drinks on Saturday. I have no idea why I remember this but I do. It was either rum or whiskey. But he did like a beer on a hot day when he got off from work.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure he could drink me under the table. He was a Marine.
H/T to Neatorama




Happy Blogaversary To Me

29 12 2007

It’s been two years.

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I think the government should give me a bunch of money to build a time machine. Yeah, that would be cool and it would have a keg and David Tennant on board, who would entertain me by pointing out all the cool things in history that I probably have forgotten. Here’s my first post.

In my time machine that the government will pay for because they sho’ do like spending money, I will head back to 1960 and have a groovy dirty martini as I contemplate the next 48 years and how funny looking Richard Nixon was (or is, I wonder). As I wasn’t even a sperm then, I might just spy on my parents, but then that would be gross. Or, I could head back to the nineties, when I made more money and was not as saucy as I am now.

Or, I could just tip up a lovely Bass beer today and celebrate myself. (No one else will, so I have to do it.)

Man, I haven’t changed much, have I since day one, have I?

So thanks. It’s been swell. I’ve enjoyed you guys more than you will ever know. Thanks for lifting a beer with me on occasion, sending me nice emails and even having a friendly debate from time to time.

Blogging. Yeah, it’s fun. Keeps me sane.

Do you get Blog Birthday presents?

No, you say.

Damn.

Anyway, happy day to you.





Well, I’m Fancy

24 11 2007

Hey campers, a picture I took on my birthday revelry has been included in Smap Nashville.

It’s the outside of South Street restaurant.

Wow. I think I’d had a beer when I took it, but if they like it, bully for us all.





Happy Thanksgiving, Folks

21 11 2007

Happy Thanksgiving, campers. Thank YOU for making this fun. I really appreciate it. The family thing awaits as does turkey, dressing, pickled okra, beer…

You know, the standards.

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Have a lovely holiday and see you on the flip side.

Photo from The Boat Lullabies, which is FANTASTIC.