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

Levi J. Lieb — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 20:34:27 +0000

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

Levi J. Lieb — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 09:12:07 +0000

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

Levi J. Lieb — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 00:28:59 +0000

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

Jonathan — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 21:51:14 +0000

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

Levi J. Lieb — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 18:21:59 +0000

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

Dan — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 23:23:41 +0000

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.