comedy

Holiday Traditions, or: Its the Alien Turkey, Charlie Brown

With the holiday season now fully pressed upon us, and I switch to on-line shopping to avoid malls more than ever, its time to return to all of our time honored traditions.

Detox, or: Why I Hate First Dates

The late child actor Stanley Fafara known for playing Beaver Cleaver’s friend Whitey on Leave it to Beaver, who spent the last portion of his life in the Old Town slum of Portland, Oregon, said that he made the move to Portland from Los Angeles because it was a city catered towards drunks. “Instead of waking up in prison, I would find myself in a detox center with a free breakfast,” Fafara told the Oregonian newspaper in a 2002 interview not long before his death.

Drinking with Jackasses or: the Worst Shot of My Life

This last week I went to see my first 3D movie in a theater. Being a struggling screenwriter (we all are) I’ve always looked down on special effects and gimmicks in the film industry, and believe that a good story is all a film needs to stand on. So naturally, I’m also not a fan of reality TV, even though most of it is scripted now anyway and over-produced to the point that the lines of reality have all been pulled so it follows the will of the producers in charge. There is however, a special place in my heart for Jackass.

In Other Brews - News that matters - October 5, 2010

Anchor Dan Sullivan discusses the fair and balanced news that matters. The demise of Hummer, Mercury, Saturn and Pontiac, hotels in outer space, the Giants victory on Sunday and more.

Airport Drinking or How I Stopped Worrying

Currently in the middle of a backpack trip to Europe, I am writing this ithe downstairs bar of an 800-bed hostel in London, witnessing the evening’s crowd of international youth dwindle down, and drinking what should surely be my last cider of the night, cider not being my first choice of drink, but as they say, ‘when in Rome’, or in this case, England.

The True Story of How Beer Saved My Blossoming Life

Its absolutely ridiculous the plans you hatch up when you have a metaphorical gun to your head. Hell, I would imagine the ones you hatch up with a real gun to your head would be just as ridiculous and absolute.

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