Every Area Man close to my age on Match.com looks just like this.
I was not an IPA drinker at all until last summer, and this is one of my favorites. My beer descriptors are terrible – I just know if I like it. It tastes lighter than it looks in the glass, and it doesn’t have as much hoppy bite as some IPAs. But it still has some punch. I took this picture last week when it was still warm outside, and now that the temperature has dropped I’ll be moving on to darker selections.
One of my favorite things to do when I’m out of state is find a good liquor store and buy any seasonal stuff that we don’t get in Oklahoma, and this was part of my spring/early summer buying spree at Spec’s in Dallas. That being said we have great local selection these days so the out-of-state buy is more for fun than for necessity.
Yes, it’s Saturday and I’m writing a post for last Tuesday. Do you sense a problem here? Like I don’t have a lot of discipline or follow-through? I know, I know.
I’m still cogitating on what my daily themes will be. I hate routine and structure but I think I need a fallback to spark SOME writing. It’s got to be something that I actually could write about more than once, as well. So for Tuesdays, I was inspired by this:
I drop “you never know when you may have to jam” in conversation now and again. And if the person I’m talking to recognizes it I know I have found a kindred spirit. So Tuesdays will be about those random snippets of dialogue or pictures or whatever that I keep coming back to. They always make me smile.
If this blog had a theme song this would be it.
Two posts in 10 days. I am kicking this NaNoBlogPoMo in the ASS.
I got derailed last Wednesday because I was thinking “Theme days would be helpful.” So I started thinking about Thursday, which will be Thirsty Thursday because I do love my beer and I will have plenty to say on that, for sure. But I couldn’t figure out Wednesday. Eventually I thought maybe Weighty Wednesday because a recurring theme in my midlife crisis is OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO ME. I weigh about 20 pounds more than I’d like. While I do think my slowing metabolism is playing a part it’s more about my craptacular diet. And maybe my love of beer. But you know what? I’m tired of whinging all the time about my fat. Who gives a shit? I could have worse problems.
Chris Rock is my spirit guide here. I am adopting this attitude. I may not be black, but I am still going out on Friday night.
I voted – my proxy is mine. You’ll deal with me directly.
I’m putting this in the file for next Halloween. I don’t have a doctorate so I’m not eligible to wear it, but I’m enjoying the reviews of those who are.
It’s November, the winter of my discontent, etc. Instead of writing a novel I’m going to blog and see if I can start a new habit that might actually be productive and take me away from watching endless Forensic Files re-runs. (WHY, GOD, WHY do I do that to myself? It’s like Hypnotoad or something.)
My underlying motivation here is to create a place where I can vent my frustrations, in the hopes that by putting it in a diary of some kind I can avoid spontaneously yelling at kids in the real world to get off my lawn. Just recently it’s become so clear to me that I’m not in control here. I could be a world-famous rock star and Indiana Jones but to the Youngs I am now an Old. I probably smell funny to them, subconsciously. The first symptom, which I know is not isolated just to me, was turning on the MTV Video Music Awards and NOT ONLY not knowing who those idiots were, BUT ALSO not caring. It was the not caring that got me. Because I usually love that shit! But instead of getting my Google/YouTube etc on I was just like “I wonder if that Forensic Files is on with the guy who invented a bolt-on toupee and then tried to poison his wife with arsenic.”
So, in today’s “Kids Today!,” Alex from Target.