Well HOT DOG, we have a wiener.
Now I don't know what to do here. Tell you what I'm reading or post a picture.
I'm reading through a stack of books that recently moved into my house.
Here is a photo of me in high school. I'm the one who actually looks like she wants to be photographed with me.
And here is one of Batman spanking a girl for a photo op.
And because it's October, here is a house that is for sure haunted
This is my favorite mail that I ever received:
@Sean Wow. Wow. What do they mean by big sleeves?
@Sean - get that info.
@Emma - big 80s sleeves
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Ah. Sleeves. I was thinking shoulder pads but forgot about the poufs.
Here you have me about to be hugged by NG on Wednesday, followed by the best bus stop in Strasbourg.
I can't get image links to work, so you get thumbnails.
@Sean: "Back to the 8o's," my ass. There is no mention of tight rolling pants or jean jackets w/ Poison and RATT patches on them. I smell a scam. If they really wanted to swing for the fences they'd design a coffin that looked like a DeLorean.
Sooo...I was like, surely there are already delorean coffins. And I Googled it. I did not find one, although I did find a red car, a PBR can, and a LOT OF PORN! What the fuck is wrong with the world? I blame all of you.
I also hate PBR.
It took me a while to realize I hate PBR. I tried to keep an open mind and now I'm left with a fridge full of them. I don't want them. And nobody else wants them. They're worse than sick kittens.
ATTN: everyone who hates PBR but has a fridge full of them...SEND THEM TO ME!!!
Here's a really cool picture I took by accident. My husband's shadow:
And this was a restaurant I was at. I like this picture:
Apparently, PBR has become Hipsterbrau. Bars here in DC are getting five bones a pop for it. Nothing justifies this. If we're gonna have to drink shitty beer, I want people to go all in and crack a Brigade.
Wow. The only time I drink PBR is at expensive bars, because it's $2 on draft most places. If I am spending more than $2 on a beer it better taste like beer, not piss.
Renee, I just discovered Abita...great stuff!
maybe the hipster side of this isn't the beer that is being consumed, but the places it is being consumed at?
Lord only knows.
I do love Abita, but I'm in an IPA mood lately. I go through phases. I had a fucking amazing porter the other day and I can't remember what it was called :(
ABITA PECAN! WTF! We don't get any of the good seasonal stuff up here, just Turbodog (which is my brew) and Purple Haze.
PBR has been hipster for a long time (started just after the trucker hat phase). It was High Life before that. They're due for a change soon, I'm thinking it will be Pig's Eye or Molson.
Is shopping at Aldi hipster too? or using coupons?
I am so confused...and if I had a photo of me being confused, I'd post it here.
So, I'm bored. I did this....
That is to say, I took an existing picture and edited stuff out and added the text.
I drink my weight in PBR. I'm not a hipster. I can fight 7 hipsters at once, no problem. Ok, so the shirt I have right now does have mother-of-pearl buttons but fuck you, I'm not a hipster. I've been wearing plaid since I was a boy. And I'm too old to be a hipster. I also play in a band that would punch indie rock in the face.
I moved from PA where I drank a lot of Yuengling Lager. I moved to MA where you can't get it. So I needed a cheap, light alternative as this place is mostly full of Son of Hopzilla IPA. The hoppy shit just gets to be too much. I need a beer that I can drink 25 of. And that is PBR.
Hipsters ruin everything that is good and holy. Like bikes and mustaches. Now women don't wanna take a ride on either.
This makes me happy...only three more days! Anyone else going?
Also, it's October. We need some HALLOWEEN goodness!!
First off...how creepy is this invitation?
But I'll leave you with this, because I love vintage Halloween photos...
Otis is a hipster! Put up an instagram of you in your plaid pearly buttoned shirt, you know you wanna. ;-)
Maybe ComicCon when it comes to Austin. Any other Texicans to the ATX Con?
@wonderwoman I'm jealous! Good cons never happen near me. Have fun at NYCC!
@Otis I love Yuengling, and drink it when I visit my family in South Carolina, where it's insanely popular.
@Sean Aldi- no, at least not here. Hipsters here shop at one of the two hipster co-ops. Coupons? No.
@Dave I used to live in Austin and miss it dearly. Give it a hug for me, please?
WTF? High Life was never hip. (Or I've got a little more ammo against being called a hipster.)
I will...I bet you don't miss the stupid traffic, though. This city has some cool shit to offer if you'll put up with the traffic to get there.
EDIT: realized i can't read so good, put on my glasses
Shadows are one of the sexiest features a person can have.
@Stacy best pic ever
@Dave I lived just off 35 south of the river and worked on N MOPAC for a time. The upper deck is one of the worst disasters in urban planning.
@J.Y. Here, it was, around 05 I think.
The upper deck is one of the worst disasters in urban planning.
that made me laugh out loud. The whole highway and loop system here is a failure.
Oh yeah, and merging blind onto the lower deck with no lead-in lane. Terrifying.
Thats why theres so many cyclists, not for the earth or health or any of that, because the streets and highways are to fucked up to navigate in a car.
FINALLY! Took USPS an extra five days to deliver this. Still waiting on two other books.
Since we're talking about beer...this is BrewDog's "Sink the Bismark". It's a 32% IPA. It'll put hair on your chest and then melt it off. Hipsters end up like the Nazis at the end of Raiders when exposed to it...
I like some of those high-test beers; like a liqueur with some (as you say) hair on it.
I always did enjoy me beer with a bit of hair in it. Sometimes, if I couldn't get any hair, I'd just drop cigarette butts in it to give it that "full" flavor.
*my.
I'm not a fuckin pirate.
Fucking pirate.
A friend of mine split with his wife a while back, and just finished "purging ghosts," bags filled with something different than most this time of year.
I have a deep, intense appreciation for that photo. When my ex husband came to "get his stuff" and went about pulling everything from everywhere and leaving with a single box, I had a fun time "cleaning up". I thought it would be fun to toss his shit, but no...no, the fun was hearing the left over wedding favors and centerpeices hit the bottom of the empty dumpster our apartment complex shared. CRASH! SHATTER! FUCK YEAH! Then I took my gorgeous wedding dress, perfect but for a pollen stain from my bouquet, and tossed it in on top of all of that.
I get a little thrill just writing that.
My only regret was not lighting the damned thing on fire.
"Damned thing" being the ex or the dress? I still want to set my ex on fire (but he's now a hairstylist to socialites, which is probably worse punishment).
