Don't drink and blog, especially while feeling sentimental.

You know when you're younger, and you first discover alcohol, you've got no real standards because you have no experience. So you'll swill anything you can get your hands on. Boone's Farm, Mad Dog 20/20, that cheap Costco beer that just says "Beer".

"Beer".
When only the most generic will do.

But then we get a little older and suddenly the sky's the limit. Even though we're only, like, twenty-three, we start having aspirations of becoming true aficionados.
Maybe we go through a craft brew stage, or an import phase, perhaps we wax philosophical about Yuengling, America's oldest brewery, or the superiority of Argentinian wine.

Not surprisingly, the latter tends to coincide with our "insufferable asshole" stage of existence.

But, for most of us, keeping up such pretense becomes too costly and time-consuming.
Sure, our dalliance with that exotic French label was fun and exciting, but at the end of the day it's just too damn much work. So we drift back toward the safe and familiar. Those comforting brews and vintages that forgo the hype, allowing you to feel comfortable in your own skin. You don't have to pretend to like them for appearances sake...

... not even ironically...

 ...you like them well enough just as they are.

So honey, I guess what I'm trying to say is; you're fun, easy-going, handy, ready at a moment's notice, practical, economical, and you clean up well.


Babe, you're my boxed wine.

And if that's not the most romantic thing you've ever heard, then yuck fou.

Men, keep this analogy in your cranium for the day when you're being yelled at for being drunk at your in-laws.

Ladies, boxed wine, amiright?! No ridiculous corkscrew accessories, and the party's not over after four glasses.

Thanksgiving

It's almost Thanksgiving.

That glorious celebration where we eat until we want to puke, and then swill enough of some awful holiday cocktail until we actually do puke.

Tonight's gut-rot is brought to you by the letter "E".
For "Egg". In your drink. 400 calories worth.
Enjoy.

And as we slowly slip into a food coma, we give thanks.
Generally it's for all the usual stuff: family, friends, our health, and our work.

But lets not forget all the smaller blessings that have been granted us, which might not always receive proper recognition on this day of thanksgiving.

For me it's things like...

- Being an hour late for work... only to get there and realize it's Columbus Day.

State paid holiday celebrating a conquering tyrant. Yay!

- Randomly finding one of my favorite childhood movies available for free on YouTube.

Of course it was quickly pulled, 'cause Disney don't play those games.
But it's glorious while it lasts

- Thoughtful strangers

Stuck at a stop sign on a blind corner of a busy intersection. Locked eyes with the driver across the street who was also stopped, but had a clear view. Got a nod and a "you're good to go" hand gesture. Safe crossing. 

Sometimes, people are awesome.

- Ninja Poos

At work when there's only two people in the bathroom. Got to go #2, and suddenly the bowels go all stealth. Not a ripple, not a whiff. Perfection.

Everybody poos. Even ninjas.

- Not living alone. 

Personally, I cannot live unsupervised.
In college I didn't wash my sheets for nine months and at one point was so poor and lazy I did nothing but watch VH1's "I love the 80's" and "Flavor of Love".
Subsisting solely on peanut butter directly from the jar, I licked it off a spork like a crunchy lollypop. For two solid days.

Thank God I live with a person now.

She's smiling through her mental illness.

- Third flush is the charm

Ha! Sometimes patience is a virtue.

Won't be needing you this time!

- Heat guns

Like a hairdryer on steroids, these babies work beautifully at helping scrap paint off hundred year old door trim.
And are oddly therapeutic...

As an added bonus, there's also a real possibility of burning down the house.
Which just makes me feel like a hardcore hairdryer wielding badass...

- Parking phenomenon

Safely finding a spot for your vehicle is a challenge we all face.

More challenging for some than others.

Trying to find a parking space, or any space to park is often an exercise in futility. So when a spot becomes available that's actually near my destination and there's still time left on the meter, it kind of forces a person to believe in a higher power.

And lo!
The Jetta Sedan completed their quest early and was able to make room for another traveler.
For so it is written.

So for all these reasons, plus many more, I give thanks. Especially for small miracles.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Love via Netflix

Commitment: You've been together awhile. Time to take the plunge and share a Netflix account.

I love you so much! Let's combine our love for entertainment!
Just be prepared to be berated for twenty minutes when I find out you fell asleep during "Pulp Fiction".

Compatibility: It's important to begin with a solid foundation. Like a natural consistency in checking the mail and a mutual regard for dark comedies.

Did anyone else just see Patrick Bateman while watching "Batman"?

Attention: It's easy in the beginning, but gets harder to pay proper attention to your partner further on, especially when they keep insisting on starting a conversation five minutes after the PS3 Netflix updates have been completed and you're trying to watch "Wilfred".

It's a man in a dog suit, and it's good.
I know! I was just as surprised as you are.

Respect: New episodes of a show you hate, but your partner loves, have been added to instant streaming, and you tell your partner about them anyway.

He's not a psychic, just really observant? Seriously?
The only reason I tolerate it is for the pineapples...

Trust: Having faith that your partner will remember to mail out the old DVD's so that "The NeverEnding Story" will arrive in time for your 1980's movie marathon on Saturday. 

Because luck dragons are the shit.

Compromise: Not flooding the DVD Queue with boring "classic" movies, or shitty Steven Seagal "action thrillers".

Tee-hee! It's like Seagal is a pervert.

Bonding: Find that connection to share. Like when you both discover your love for "Archer".

Fuck yes.

Honesty: Not sneakily shifting your movies to the top of the queue to avoid watching "On Deadly Ground".

Ugh. There is just far too much fringe...

Patience: Remaining calm while your partner tries to make claims that Steven Seagal is like a modern John Wayne (he isn't).

Kindness: Sitting through all 127 minutes of "McLintock!" or all 96 minutes of "Submerged" without complaining.


Spontaneity: Agreeing to watch "Toys" on a whim. Discover too late that it's the worst movie ever.

Dammit Robin Williams!
I trusted you!

Communication: Letting your partner know when you're rearranging the lineup of movies in your queue. Checking with your partner before removing anything from instant queue.

What the hell did you do with "30 Rock"?!

Humor: A little less "Requiem for a Dream", a little more "Princess Bride".

Because everyone can use more young Cary Elwes in their life.

Fidelity: Not giving out the damn Netflix password!

Who the hell is watching "Killer Klowns from Outer Space"?

And finally...

Acceptance: Being okay with having half your queue eaten up by Greta Garbo silent films, while the other half drowns in "Zombie Strippers" and Jean-Claude Van Damme doing the splits.

The man's entire career is built on freakish flexability.

Because at this point, who else are you going to find that's so willing to share the journey of conforming ass cheeks to couch cushions?

Yay! 'Merica!