I'm sick and tired of people who don't like sex, drinking, gambling, sex, drugs, drinking and fun in general running this goddamn country.I'm going to make my sick and tiredness of sticks-in-the-asses a running theme of this blog, should I ever start blogging in earnest again. (Unlikely.)
At right: A slutty nun, which somehow illustrates my point.
Anyway, today's Morality Police story involves Anheuser Busch. It's not my favorite company; it makes a lot of pretty shitty beer. But last time I was in Florida, I went down to good 'ol Busch Gardens Tampa and pretty much drank my way through the amusement park. At one point, me and my friends dropped in on the Busch beer-tasting attraction. And one of the things we tasted were these "Spykes," which were sort of flavored, low-alcohol shots you add to beer to spike it, I guess. Kind of stupid, but they weren't half bad. I didn't see the harm. Probably the sort of crap frat boys and sorority girls would drink, and more power to them for it.
But now comes a bunch of assholes who've made such a stink that Busch feels they have to pull Spykes off the market. What's really going on here, I suspect, is that Spykes simply didn't sell, and so Busch has found a convenient excuse to ditch them. But still; the story pisses me off.
I'm the kind of guy who likes to drink a glass or two or three of red wine several nights a week. It's good for the heart, I say. I'm a drunk, you say. Whatever. Point is, I go through a lot of wine -- three or four bottles a week, at $7 to $12 a pop, usually.
But the other day at the Greatest Grocery Store in the World, I made a monumental discovery: decent boxed wine. Along with the Franzia-type crap on the bottom shelf, the Teeter was selling a boxed cabernet called Trove and two boxed whites by Fisheye, a pinot grigio and a chardonnay. What the heck, I drink a lot of wine, might as well try it for economies of scale if nothing else. Plus both wines claim to keep for a month after opening.
The reviews are in:
Trove 2004 cabernet sauvignon, three liters, $18.99. Good spicy aroma, strong legs. Robust cab flavor; hints of plum and strawberry, or something. A perfectly acceptable everyday red, one I wouldn't be ashamed to serve at a large party. Here are two external reviews, one okay and one bad. Fucking snobs.
Fisheye 2006 pinot grigio, three liters, $17.99. Strongly citrus, almost overly acidic. But dry and light; fine for summer afternoon drinking. A perfectly acceptable everyday white, one I wouldn't be ashamed to serve at a large party. Here's a press release from Fisheye, which calls itself a "premium" winery.
Your results may vary.
Jericho.I'm a sucker for post-apocalypse stories. Did a book report on The Stand in high school; loved the Fallout series of games; can't get enough plagues, alien invasions and zombies in my pop-culture diet.
And I generally consider CBS the geezer network, so it's a surprise that CBS, of all networks, would do post-apocalypse so well. Of course, when George Hearst is your lead actor, it's hard to go wrong.
Anyhow, they're about to wrap up the first season of Jericho, and it's a nail-biter. What could be better than two small Kansas towns going to war with each other after 24 American cities have been nuked by terrorists and the government has collapsed? Nothing, that's what.
Please watch, because otherwise CBS is probably going to cancel it.
Update: (Caution, spoiler ahead.) They killed off McRaney. I understand how his character's death advances the plot, but jeez, he was by far the strongest actor on the show. Not sure that was the best way to go.
