Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Dinosaur

I just read an article that the Rockie Mountain News paper is going out of business after 150 yrs of distributing information via print to the masses. It's a bigger entity that the GaZ....ok it was. The thing that struck me as odd was he way they decided to go down. They didn't let their employees know that they were closing their doors. They announced today that the last edition will be tomorrow. That means that the people that work in a similar aspect to which I am currently employed are officially out of a job tonight after they finish the run. It's Thursday... come in and get your personal effects out of the building tomorrow Friday. It seems to me that would be similar to getting whacked in the stones by a cinder block dropped from a crashing airliner just before the damn plane landed on you. Wouldn't it be a bit more decent human being to at least have given them some prior warning? what could have gone wrong with that? Oh I answered my own question, some of the employees would have looked for another job and possibly found one, thus eliminating the need to pay them while in the process of closing the damn doors....

If that happens to me here, I'll warn the public of the impending mushroom cloud here in the 'Dirt, so you can don sunglasses and look toward the Capital District and see the bright light....

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A perfect world

In a perfect world it would be raining money as I left my apartment next to a stripper riding a unicycle covered in barBque sauce juggling puppies.... it's not a perfect world unfortunately.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Otter Creek Brewing Company

I'm not even going to go out on a limb here and state the fact that has been my mantra from the weekend. Otter Creek Brewing company makes a lot of delicious beer. Beer that goes with breakfast food, lunch and dinner, beer that goes with sitting on a couch or on the balcony, beer that goes with watching TV or reading a book, beer that can hitch a ride when you take the garbage out, beer that you can enjoy solo or with a friend... and the best part about their fine fine beverages, they come in tons of flavors. Mmmmmm Beer My favorite of the weekend was the "Sphinx" an Egyptian-inspired multigrain ale brewed with Vermont honey and chamomile. Can't wait for the rest to roll into the bev center down the street.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Off day

I'm having an off day today, I can't place my finger on it.... It's just an off day.

Today's Randomness is brought to you by James Thurber, the word metathesis • \muh-TATH-uh-sis\ • noun 1 a : a change of place or condition: as *b : transposition of two phonemes in a word c : a chemical reaction in which different kinds of molecules exchange parts to form other kinds of molecules, and the number 2.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


I've fallen into a lethargic slump as of late. Maybe it's time to restructure my life as it were. Not too much happens in the life of me, and most of the time I fester in solitude. Me thinks I needs a roadtrip, a brewery tour or something to snap me out of it. A lot of folks blame seasonal difective disorder in time such as this yet, in my case it may just be the fact that no sun illuminates my life. I wake in the afternoon, prepare for my day and by the time I'm ready to head out the door "especially this time of year" it's dusk, I go to work, and return home in the dark. Then the cycle repeats itself.

When I have something planned I have no problem getting up when the sun is out, but my plans seem to be far and few between... when the most exciting thing you have planned for yourself in any given week is a trip to the supermarket to pick up some grub it adds up to a sad existance in my book.

I do have the occasional bursts of creativity and love the process of slinging paint, but the spirit never moves me until 3 or 4am.

Maybe I need a change of venue.... yeah that's it, I'm going to start looking for a new place to call home. The Oasis has officially lost its luster for me. I still dig the couch and how it ties the living room together. I'm going to start searching for a place in the country, at least 20minutes outside of the current place, further from the river/moat that keeps crime at bay.

I bet a day job couldn't hurt either... but that another story all together

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I can't stand Cheerleaders

Not the chicks wearing the pleated skirts bouncing around like morons screaming in unison, every guy loves those cheerleaders.

I'm talking about the inevitable left over beers/drinks that are lying around after a party. The ones that "a cheerleader must have had and decided to finish only half of, tee hee, I'll just leave this here and get another." I think my problem stems from college, when a fraternity decides to throw a party it's inevitable that there will be a few cheerleaders around. Some people forget where they placed their beverage, some don't care if they open a new one without finishing, sometimes the beer in hand just get a little too warm and needs to be left somewhere for other to clean it up. It's a disgusting habit and when faced with the eventual clean up it is even more revolting. What's in this can, why is that one spilled on the rug, who's the momo that left the full beer on top of the fishtank sitting on the walkin refridgerator with a cigarette butt stuck in it?

I managed to roll to the Brother's place this past friday and had dinner with the fam, upon returning home I had a spring cleaning moment. I looked at my bar set-up adn decided that all the cheerleaders must go. Anything that was 1/4 of a bottle or less had to be consumed. It only stands to reason, (thanks to the Awrod and his wisdom... when it reaches that point of empty it oxidizes in the bottle and becomes worthless, that's just science.) once the mixers were placed on the coffee table I began the monumental task of getting rid of them. (Disclaimer: If I called or texted you Friday evening into Saturday morning I apologize) The vodka, gin, maker's mark, kalhula, rum, Morgan's, Jack, Jose and the last wee bit of Scotch I had are now gone. I'm not going to lie, I was up until 9am...and it definitely left a mark! Think of when you sleep in in the morning and you get out of bed with a tiny hangover at 10am to begin your day. I did the same thing...only it was tuned to my schedule, I woke at 6pm and decided the day was already wasted, I held the couch down and cursed my ill fated decision.

The good news is that I don't have anymore booze in my place, which makes it that much easier to cut it out of my diet.

I can't stand cheerleaders.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Curling pics

These were the only pics I could salvage from the curling tourney. Camera Phone, and mad pitchers do not the photographer make.