beer, it does a body good

Finally, there is proof that beer is good for you! Or, at least for your bones.. http://www.ajc.com/news/got-beer-brews-good-295906.html?cxntlid=thbz_hm

You may have a beer belly, liver disease, and high blood pressure but hell, no osteoporosis is going to get you down! Oh no sir.

TETRIS CHIC

So, I did it. I gave in and spent the whopping $3.99 to play tetris on my phone. It's more than nostalgia that convinced me this purchase was neccesary. If it were just about satisfying some kind of nostalgic longing, my house would be full of trolls and I would be lifting every rock in my path to look for newts and earth worms. I think there's more to it. Tetris has something special, something savvy, even. The multi colored falling blocks of different shapes, so sharp and clean. The theme song, sexy and catchy. The flying satellite that pops up on the screen when you get more than 100,000 points (only the privileged can appreciate). It's just something I can't put my finger on: something beautiful.

So you can imagine my excitement when I discovered this necklace--now, I can not only play tetris, eat, sleep and BREATH tetris, but, now, I can WEAR tetris as well. Geeky? No. Cool has just reached new heights.

sharks, tickles, and sexual role-playing

Man, sharks are so fucking rad. I was in the middle of one of my regular surf-the-web-for-cool-shark-stuff afternoons when I came upon a how-to list for shark sexual role-playing. I love sharks and all--I mean, I REALLY love sharks--and I get the whole power play thing in the bedroom, but, seriously guys? I just feel like I would either pee my pants laughing or lose a limb. Either way, neither are very sexy.
http://www.ehow.com/how_2027055_fantasy-shark-attack.html

indoor snow storm

I haven't left my apartment all day. I was planning on killing a bottle of wine with Isabella, going across the street, aluminum casserole dish in hand (to keep the bum warm and dry), and sledding down the treacherous ant hills of Prospect park.

But the snuggie was calling. It always does.

I have a great view of the 10 or so inches--or maybe 20, or 60, i dont fucking know-- piling up around the back end of the Pavilion movie theater, but it's not quite doin' it for me. I enjoy a blizzard as much as the next guy, especially if you don't have to go to work or be productive to society in any way as it's going on. But when I have to strain my neck to see past the billboard from New York Sports Club reminding me to get off my perpetually plumping ass and get a glimpse of something resembling nature, snowy trees, and snow-flaky wonderlands, I'll just as well not look outside. The other window in my house overlooks the continuous backyard patios my neighbors on 15th st. The snow gathering on criss-crossing telephone wires that litter the sky and balancing on swaying swings of fischer price play structures behind 3-million dollar park slope brownstowns is beautiful, but I wouldnt say it pulls at my heart strings. It would be more beautiful, of course, if I stopped with all my sour pussying cynicism. I really should just get up and go to the park, maybe the fresh air and snow will do me some good. I've dirtied up my nails, anyhow, with all this climbing of the walls.