It's Christmas in May

Feel free to buy me a fine American Microbrew.

With Electrolytes, It Would Be The Perfect Drink

And maybe a shot of rum for a refreshing Puerco Libre.

Because Nothing Else Matters

The Bible, Quran and the Bhagvad Gita all rolled up in one and fried to a delicious crisp.

The Bacon Flowchart.

They Should Take Back Gore's Nobel Prize

And you'll agree with me after reading this.

Try It With A Glass of Red Wine

Witnessing Greatness

Greatest Game Ever!

At least the greatest game I've ever been witness to.

I try not to get too sporty on this blog. But when I see the most greatest game played in Dallas sports history along with two of the most amazing exhibitions of goal-tending in NHL history, I figure I should have a blurb about that in my blog.

For the uninitiated, the Stanley Cup playoffs are the greatest (there's that word again, for chrissake, someone buy me a thesaurus) sports spectacle our continent has to offer. And one of the things that makes them so great are the multi-overtime marathons.

The Stars and the Sharks essentially played 2+ games last night. Which begs the question "How can soccer live with itself settling it's big championships with a shootout?" Yes the game slowed down quite a bit. But the hockey game was settled like a hockey game and not a skills competition.

But I digress.

Then, just seconds after Brendan Morrow buried a Stefan Robidas pass into the Shark's net (ooh that sounded really sporty), we got to witness the another thing that makes the hockey playoffs so great -- the handshake. How could you not be moved seeing Mike Modano and Jeremy Roenick's long touching embrace. Two of the US's greatest hockey players in one last battle.

I wish I had more say about this game that you couldn't find in the newspaper or other more sporty blogs. But, I guess, all I have left to say is that it was an amazingly intense experience that I plan on forming a religion around.

Watch the highlights from Canadian TV.

The World's Ten Most Disgusting Beers

AKA Beer for Beer-pong.

From TSoS correspondent mattdotcurry:


The highlights:

8. Sleeman Clear Lager Another low-carb entry, though here the delicate and nuanced notes of lighter fluid and Dumpster drippings on a blistering August day achieves heretofore unknown lows.

...

3. Chapeau Exotic This Lambic is proof that rare Belgian beers are capable of great suckitude. Writes Orlando Ratebeer.com member Boboski: "One sip leads to a joyful drain pour. I hope it doesn't ruin my sink."

Read the whole thing here.

Only Funny To Me????

The Office Made Fun of Me

With apologies to JT.




Can't you find a way to spoof your IP address so you can watch this stuff?

Maybe Next Year

Once again I was denied my rightful place of glory. From this story, please find those that did make it there. But I have to ask the question. "What have they ever done?"

This Guy is Stealing my Jokes

I could not believe what I was reading. Right there in the middle of the second paragraph of this review of the most recent episode of Lost, the reviewer used one of my patented jokes (don't forget, I am a patent holder).

Tonight though was a make-good: Pretty much all-Jack-all-the-time. On the island, Jack’s Inflamed Appendix (which was the name of my first college rock band, by the way)

Well, maybe he didn't steal it. After all, unless you're David Letterman, Gordon Keith or Adam Carolla, if you've stolen from me you've stolen twice.