Okay, some more folks are at it (some of them are just sober interlopers):
Comic Rock
SecritCrush
Still Baking
But that seems to be it! Come on, you folks. There’s a legacy to live up to. If you don’t drink and blog tonight, the terrorists have won!
Men’s Weekend? What a bunch of sexist assholes! Why not Humans’ Weekend? I want to kick these misogynistic motherfuckers in the teeth. Why celebrate men? They get enough of a fucking advantage in our society. As a man myself, I don’t mind being demoted every once in a while. What kind of fuckwad do you have to be to attend one of these things?
As near as I can tell, nobody is drinking tonight, save the following people (what are you? wusses?):
My Brilliant Mistakes
BrockLi Soup
Shade
It’s enough to drive a man to drink. NaDruWriNi? Come on!
I think the chick on Torchwood is kinda hot, particularly (I’m not too ashamed to admit) when she wears one of those British police officer uniforms. The actress’s name is Eve Myles. And seeing as how this show is “adult” (and putting my general humanist concerns to the side), I’ve been waiting for her to take her top off, out of a kind of professional curiosity on my part. Come on, Russell T. Davies. If you’re so “adult,” why isn’t there much in the way of sex? I’m disappointed. This is about as “adult” as David O. Selznick paying for the line, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Ooohhh! Mr. Cutting Edge!
One shot of Wild Turkey.
And then I tried out a combination of bourbon, sweet vermouth and Coke. I don’t recommend this. It’s a mix only slightly more repellent than the Hangman’s Blood. So now I’m on Bailey’s for a while. Bailey’s — that port in the storm when you don’t want to wimp out with a yuppie drink like a white wine spritzer, but you can’t handle straight shots.
I’m at a loss as to what to write about, but will happily take requests. Your thoughts?