Archive for October, 2004

Horrifically Bad Drinks, Tested by the Author

Friday, October 22nd, 2004

Name: “Iced Tea”

Recipe: Whatever dregs of sweet, disgusting liquers you can get your hands on, Mix up and pour into a plastic squeeze bottle. Leave to mature for several weeks in a locker. Serve warm.

Feeble Justification: High School.

Result: Giddiness, stomach pain, intense desire to purchase fake ID.

Name: The Crusher

Recipe: As far as I can tell, Bacardi 151 and yellow food coloring.

Feeble justification: Bourbon Street, 1 AM: “What’s the specialty here? Okay, we’ll take two of those!”

Result: Holes burned in stomach lining coupled with extreme confusion, some drooling.

Name: Rum and Milk

Recipe: Two parts milk, one part rum

Feeble justification: Sounds like something British sailors must have drunk in the ninteenth century as a cure for heat-apoplexy.

Description: Coagulated nuggets of pure evil running down your throat to punch your stomach in the stomach.

Name: The Blue Fuck You

Recipe: One part gin, one part vodka in a 12 oz, glass. Top off with blue gatorade.

Feeble justification: “What the fuck is this? Gin and vodka? What were you thinking, dude? Well, we don’t have anything else to drink. What do we have to mix with it? Oh. Oh man. This is gonna suck.”

Result: A marathon struggle between willpower and taste buds, culminating in a despairing, tired drunk. Extreme misanthropy.

Guys, I am so Sorry.

Friday, October 22nd, 2004

I didn’t mean it, Fidel. I swear! I knew beerburgers was one of the most infulential sites in the entire blogosphere, but I never dreamed that I would shake the very foundations of an entire country’s government. Apparently my discussion of Che was so vicious, so stunning, that poor old Fidel’s knees just gave out.

Well I have learned a valuable lesson. I will be much more careful in the future. I will never again mock a world leader or a symbol that means so much to so many people. Nor will I make unfounded accusations, if the consequences can be so direct, and so violent. This has been a sobering lesson in the power and responsibility inherent in having your own blog. Well from now on you will see a quieter beerburgers, a more mature beerburgers, a beerburgers that would never flex the muscles of its massive power and influence merely to bring down a world leader its editor might find offensive or unpleasant.

VLADIMIR PUTIN AND


PRINCE BANDAR ARE


GAY FOR HOMO


BUTTS AND THEY


HUMP EACH OTHER


RIGHT IN THE ASS!

Now we play the waiting game.

Links for you and me

Wednesday, October 20th, 2004

Fafblog is the best place on the whole internet to find fresh, juicy fafblog!

National Lampoon is funny again. I swear. Check it out.

Also, if you haven’t seen Jon Stewart’s appearance on Crossfire, you can download it here. Just click on the picture. It’s a 90 meg zip file, .avi format.

Che Guevara, Hero of the People

Monday, October 18th, 2004

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One of my favorite things about visiting college campuses and hipster neighborhoods, is seeing how many people still wear those Che Guevara T-shirts. It’s so great to see everyone showing respect for one of the great heroes of our time. He was a hard-core revolutionary. He really stuck it to the man. He fought for the common people, but, tragically, the forces of darkness and repression caught up with him and murdered him. What a tragic story. If only we had some leaders like Che today, we could really change the world.

Still there are a few interesting aspects of Che’s illustrious career as a freedom fighter that not everyone knows, and, since he is one of my favorite symbols of the common peoples’ struggle for liberation, I am going to take this opportunity to discuss some of them.

As a young man, Che traveled the world. He learned powerful lessons about man’s inhumanity to man, and the tragic exploitation of the poor by the rich. This experience affected him so profoundly that he would work to create a Cuba where citizens would be prohibited, both by law and economic necessity, from taking similar trips themselves.

Che fought for equality for all mankind, most notably by participating in the establishment of prison camps where thousands of dangerous enemies of the people, such as homosexuals, and political opponents of Castro would be incarcerated without trial. I think we can all agree that there is nothing worse for the common people than a homosexual who is not behind bars. Now we all know that Che never hesitated to kill his own men in the name of discipline, but did you know that when his old revolutionary comrades pushed for democratization, he heroically sent them to the prison camps, too? Well, those he didn’t have executed, anyway. Truly, he was a man who cared nothing for the individual, at least, not for other individuals.

When he was appointed head of Cuba’s national bank, in 1959 Che heroically refused to compromise and support capitalist principles by learning about finance just because he was in charge of a bank. His refusal to learn even the most basic economic theory led to massive heroic inflation and incalculable heroic damage to Cuba’s economy. His leadership of Cuba’s industrial ministry was a similarly heroic disaster.

After his success in Cuba, Che heroically traveled the world, spreading Communism and insurrection everywhere, heroically leading a grand total of zero successful revolutions in the Congo and Bolivia. Che’s failures were, of course, the fault of imperialists and enemies of the people, and not of his narrowmindedness and incompetence.

But really, when we’re evaluating Communist revolutions, do results matter? Isn’t the heroic failure always easier to cheer for than the sad reality of success? At the end of the day, when we wear our Communist paraphernalia, we are looking to the future, a future where gulags rise again, where political dissidence, real or imagined, is punishable by summary execution, a future where, perhaps, another hundred million corpses will testify to man’s sad, stubborn inability to live up to the high ideals of Marxism.

So, let us all join together in honoring this remarkable man, a man who knew that hatred, repression, and hardline Communism are the only things that will ever save mankind from itself. In his own words: “Hatred is an element of struggle; relentless hatred of the enemy that impels us over and beyond the natural limitations of man and transforms us into effective, violent, selective, and cold killing machines. Our soldiers must be thus; a people without hatred cannot vanquish a brutal enemy.” Truly, these are the words of a great leader, and a great man.

And remember, hip America, the best way to fight for that hardline Communism you love so much is to wear Che’s image on a piece of clothing, so visit The Che Store and show your support today.

Abridged Book: The Sportswriter by Richard Ford

Thursday, October 14th, 2004

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SOME GUY: Man life sucks but I am not complaining. But it sucks.

VARIOUS HOT CHICKS: Please nail us, sir.

SOME GUY: Okay, but may I remind you that life sucks although I am not complaining.

NOTHING: I am happening right now with a vengeance.

PLOT: I am nowhere to be found.

CHARACTER: I am phoning it in so hard.

SOME GUY: WHINE WHINE WHINE I AM NOT COMPLAINING

GAY GUY: I am gay. Oh no, I killed myself. Perhaps this book should have been about me, you know, because I had a life that had some events happen in it.

SOME GUY: WHINE

ENDING: I am abruptly here for some reason.

ME: What a worthwhile three hundred pages.

Okay, it looks like you kids need straightening out again.

Monday, October 11th, 2004

Jibjab is not fucking funny. I mean I guess if you’ve never seen a flash animation before, your childlike wonder might make you laugh with pure glee at the wonders technology has wrought, but what is the damn funny part? Hey! Bush is stupid! Kerry is a fag! Show me something I haven’t seen before! I guess this is the Scary Movie school of comedy where if you show me something I recognize I’m supposed to crack up. Why is everybody running around like this is the second coming of All Your Base? You want something funny? Check out Achewood.

Also, this webcomic is advertising on portal of evil via banner ads that sadly do not involve shocking monkeys. So I checked it out, and I have to say there are few things sadder than someone desperately trying do do something that has already been done far, far better by someone else. Then I remembered that my links bar over there on the right of the screen is full of people who do this better than me. Then I cried for a while. Now I’m eating dinner. Life is full of surprises. This entry sucks.

A year? Holy shit.

Wednesday, October 6th, 2004

I missed the real one year anniversary of this blog because of Hurricane Ivan’s determined events to murder me with sky-violence. Fortunately, by the time the bad weather caught up with me I was sitting on the porch of a dilapidated house near Georgia Tech, drinking plastic cups of beer at four in the afternoon, and watching the rain pour in over the Atlanta skyline, which is probably the best way to ride out a hurricane. Sometimes things go right in this crazy world.

Anyway, looking over all I’ve written in a year, some of it is actually pretty awesome. Some of it is kind of weak. A lot of it is excuses and apologies for not writing more. Still, I am proud of most of it. I’ve learned a lot, and I’m not out of ideas yet. So stay tuned. There will be more on the way. In the meantime, here are a few of my favorite entries, a look back in disgust, if you will.

The continent thing

The Africa Thing

The fake girlfriend thing

The ninja thing

Oh yeah. Love that ninja thing.

See you on the internet.