Upgrading bitches

On December 15, my family is entering the 2000s. That is the day that we are dumping the CRT television and having a giant honkin' 52-inch 240hz Samsung LCD TV mounted to our wall. WiFi-enabled Blu-Ray player. Like friggin 32 feet of HDMI cable hidden in the walls. It is going to be insane. We're in a new house...a badass house...and it needs a badass TV set up. We're going animal. It's a "you must have the Super Bowl party" type set-up.

The Getting Old Booze Meter

When I was in college, I was a beer guy. Lots of beers...and the occasional shot. Goldschlager, Black Haus, Soco and limes and the occasional 100 proof Turkey (only late at night). In the years after college, polished 5 or 6 beers was child's play. In the past few years though, I've gone through a weird transition. I might have 3 beers a month now. It's strange. I don't crave it at all. It's almost work to stack beers, unless I'm really in the mood. Instead, my palette has completely changed. Things like whisky, which were previously verboten in my booze regimen, are now the drinks of choice. I am a single malt scotch mad man. I will have a dram once or twice on a weekend and I am as happy as a pig in shit. It's all I crave. I appreciate the craftsmanship. The flavor. The experience of smelling, swirling, sniffing. Damn, I'm getting old.

Me talking pumpkin tossing strategy

My agency has a pumpkin shot put contest around Halloween and here is some footage of me talking strategy. You should have seen me in the keg toss.