Just a twenty something in a world that's something else.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Post C.
Wherein, I post my deepest darkest feelings, and fears.
Just kidding, we're going for a bullet riddled speed round...
It's cold here. Way too damn cold for Georgia at Thanksgiving.
The people I work with represent a well educated, diverse collection of complete dunces.
I was wrong yesterday, the score of the Packers/Vikings game was 26-26. Still a tie. Gross.
The number of times I have wondered aloud, "Where do these people come from?" is either an indictment of society, or of my own inability to accept that society might be so incomprehensibly, well...dumb.
Another note from the game, Announcer 1 says to Announcer 2, "The team needs to push up field with some alacrity." Good use of alacrity. Announcer 2 seemed genuinely taken aback that such refined language might be used during a sport broadcast.
I haven't fished enough this year.
Maybe next year.
That's a good way to waste a life time.
Never use good, common sense when you can rely on someone else to spoon-feed you the answer.
That last one was a joke; for the love of God, Buddha, Cthulu, who, or whatever else you may regard as a power higher than your own, use good common sense, and critical thinking to work through your problems.
Yes, I'm aware that the prospect of thinking may be frightening to some.
You are now conscious of your own breathing.
For a good time, walk around whistling well known tunes, and leaving off the ending.
All around the cobbler's bench, the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought was all in fun. POP! Goes the
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Day 2: Football and Beer
Day two of my blogging adventure.
Yes, I still hate your blog. Here's a song about it...
Fear not, even a few beers into my day/evening, I'm still not convinced about my own either. At one point, I even considered that (I Hate Your Blog) as a title for this blog, "Adrift" just struck my fancy better. Another strong "might have been" was, 'The Weekend Warrior' which I intended to be more of a paintball-centric thing. Alas, as with most things, the more I learned about paintball, the more I found I didn't know, and let's be honest here, there are enough self proclaimed experts to last the internet a lifetime. This doesn't mean that there will never be paintball based material here, there will probably be plenty, practice recaps, opinions about events, and adventures, and all of the fun stuff that comes along with traveling and competing and a team sport. Most of that type material is pretty standard though, only the sport really changes, the team dynamic, and subsequent experiences are pretty standard.
Speaking of sports, on to the title of today's post.
Football and beer. The football in this case is of the NFL variety. I may at some point opine on college football, and perhaps even European Football. I'm not wildly passionate about the former, and will never profess to be an aficionado of the latter, but they are certainly enjoyable in their own way. Today's football was the best sort, Green Bay Packers Football. You may think that there are other types that are better, Patriots Football, Steelers Football, [God forbid] Bears Football. In which cases you are wrong. Today's opponent was none other than the Minnesota Vikings. Double whammy, the best type of football(Packers), and the best type of game(a heated rivalry). I look forward to match-ups with the Vikings like few other contests. Games against the Bears always carry weight, but the Packers/Bears rivalry is too steeped in history, too deeply rooted to inspire the sort of vitriol and venom that the Vikings bring bubbling to the surface. I dislike the Bears, but I respect them, and their fans. I feel that for the most part, they are kindred spirits. The Vikings don't inspire the same feelings. By halftime, I had downed a 25 ounce bottle of Innis and Gunn's latest special edition cask aged beer. It was strong, but ultimately, merely average. The effect though, was undeniable. By the time I had treated myself to a bottle of Terrapin Brewey's excellent "Moohoo" Chocolate Milk Stout, I was reduced to a rabid fan, hiss, spitting, foaming at the mouth and yelling obscenities at my TV. The experience was electric, with my help, the team stormed back form a huge deficit, forced overtime, scored first in overtime, and the game ended...
...in a fucking tie. Apparently Samuel Smith's Nut Brown Ale was a poor choice for overtime.
Had it been a Packers vs Bears match-up a tie would've been acceptable. Two storied franchises, slugging it out in another classic game for the ages, neither team giving an inch when push came to shove. It would've been the kind of game where you hate for one team to lose because both have given enough to win. It wasn't that kind of game. The Vikings can never, EVER, give that sort of effort. Ever. They deserved to lose, they ALWAYS deserve to lose. The mere admission that today they were equal to my beloved Packers is downright hateful. Such is the nature of alcohol fueled, unbridled, hyper-biased, football fan-dom.
Packers 23, Vikings 23(FINAL)
A note on beer...
I used a popular social media outlet(rhymes with "space-nook"), to inform my alleged "friends" of what it was that I was drinking during today's contest. Some of them are in to beer, most probably wondered who the idiot deluging their screens with useless updates was. One of my associates(a whiskey drinker), apparently following one of the links I gave, noted that it was ridiculous that beer drinkers try and evaluate beer in the same way that other drinkers evaluate scotch, or wine. It's beer, how complex can it be? Having had some complex beers, it can be very complex, at least as complex as some of the whiskeys and wines I've sampled, and often moreso. The observation, however, still carries weight. Who gives a damn about the appearance, smell, taste, and mouthfeel of a beer? It's beer! Like most things, it should fall in to two simple categories, "I would drink this again," and, "I didn't care for this," just that easy.
Originally "Mirth" came to me as something of a "gamertag" or screen name to use because, one, I like the sound of it, and two, it's related somewhat to the activity. Despite the above definition, I've always felt that mirth also carried with it an air of being a somewhat more mischevious, or even devious brand of fun.
Adrift may be a bit melodramatic, but it describes accurately a large portion of my life. Not so much physically, but mentally. The term also carries a sense of duality that is both appealing, and disconcerting. Such as it is, it will do for now.
Now, let us address "why"...
We are here, or at least I am here for a simple outlet. A friend of mine, suggested a blog as a way to get out of my comfort zone. Normally, I scoff at such suggestions, but she was adamant, and the suggestion stuck with me. You are here for your own purposes, perhaps you are drifting as well, perhaps not. Perhaps you've found something interesting here, perhaps not. I've already decided that the content herein will exist for its own sake, which I suppose makes further extrapolation on "why" rather irrelevant. Such content will be varied, and based largely on anecdote. At times, I'm sure it will make sense, other times, it will doubtless be esoteric, pretentious and generally a load of crap. Such is life sometimes. Such, I suppose, is the nature of being adrift.
