What does it all mean?

"[There's the] bad attitude and burly chest. But it's not just pecs and scruff that endears [him] ... it's all about something strange and unusual happening to you at puberty that ostracizes you from your friends. Then you find a close network of like-minded people who create a safe haven where you can be yourself and exercise your special powers."

This quote can refer to:

a) Twighlight
b) Wolverine/the X-men/heroic comic books in general
c) Me and this blog
d) The Terminator franchise
e) open to suggestions (in the comments, if you please)

Hint: you know the people who say it's always C? They're wrong.

Beer, wine and spirits

I want to put this out there now. I am not a wine snob. The world is richer for the fantastic wealth of beers and ales, as well as stronger spirits, that are out there.

A good frothy pint helps a tired soul beer the burdens of life.

A crisp glass of red can let you unwind (un-wine-d).

A smooth shot of the strong stuff can raise the weariest spirits - and put some hair on your chest (and hairy chests are coming back into fashion, lads, so get to it!)

I don't think I'm terribly clever - I haven't had enough to drink yet. But I'm working on it.

Dim Sum, lose some

An ode to chicken feet (just one of the many delicacies you can sample at this brunch-timed meal).

Oh thou clawed fowl's appendage,
Thou bathed in peppers and steamed,
The spoiled North American in me shudders at your very mention,
And yet you are sweet and tasty.

Maybe later I'll write another one about fried bean curd/tofu.

A punny for your thoughts

To beer is human, to forgive, the wine.

I'm not too proud to sink to these depths. Not even close.

I want my bed back

It's the happiest place on earth.

The real one.

WHY do perfectly free days force you out of bed at ungodly hours? WHY can't you get more than a few measly hours of unconsciousness when you KNOW that you could have so many more? If you prick me, do I not mumble something unintelligible, swat you away and roll over?

Do I not eat wine, drink wine, sweat wine, bleed wine? Am I not a man? Am I a mere wine-soaked wretch to be toyed with and jerked about on my puppet strings? Then why do you offer me wine in Your house, as Your blood? Is it not for redemption? If so, the answer must lie therein.

Questions that matter.
I'm gonna go get me another glass of whine. And I'm going back to bed.

Insufficiently Addled Discourse (IADs)

Yes folks, there it is. NATO high command has issued a statement that has been applauded by the CIA and the White House, along with the international intelligence community. According to this statement, world peace is threatened by a surge in the number of IADs over the past decade. Steps will have to be taken quickly to turn this situation around. There is much hope that this can be done before the global climate change summit to be held in Copenhagen.

In order to bring about effective, positive changes around the globe recent research within NATO has shown that more alcohol needs to be consumed by world leaders. This is particularly but not exclusively the case before, during and after major summits such as the G8, G20 and the like. There is little doubt by those in the know that with increased consumption of alcohol, as well as other mild depressants (which should be re-cast as Negotiation-Facilitating Goods [NFGs]) contentious issues in global affairs would see far swifter, more satisfying resolutions.

The Kremlin and the French and Italian governments have already expressed strong support for further research to back up these findings, and have volunteered manpower and resources for the task.

As a responsible global citizen, I feel that it is therefore my duty, nay, my privilege, to go pour myself a glass of chateau des charmes cabernet-merlot.

Off I go. For the future!

I am so psyched

I just spoke with a friend I'd lost touch with from high school. It's been ten years. I should feel old saying that, but I'm still slightly drunk off the gewurtztraminer.

The conversation lasted maybe fifteen minutes. It goes beyond hearing a familiar voice, but seeing him in my mind and sharing memories, and most of all, not settling for merely living in the past. Finding that there may be good times to come in the future. Realizing that you can renew ties and share interests and happiness. That strangers and friends can be the same people. No matter how much time has passed.

Joy! Onto the cabernet-merlot!

Le first blog

This blog was born out of the the dregs of a bottle of gewurtztraminer. Which is perhaps the best way for a blog to be born.

I will probably not write much, as I am inconstant.

And I don't drink enough to write regularly.

And I usually don't even reply to emails for waaaaay too long.

But what the hell, what's another couple of bites on a Google server somewhere?

Am I right?