Photos: Art League Atlanta, Round 1

Empty threat valid until the next time the opportunity presents itself: I’m never going to drink liquor again.

An evening of artsy-fartsy art-off between talented artists, to see who is the best artist under fire, with spontaneous criteria.  Many of us go to support Jen’s pursuit to be that best artist, and she advances past the first round fairly soundly.  As for the rest of us not participating, gratuitous drinking.  I’ll be the first to admit that as I got drunker, the more spontaneous the photos, the blurrier they became, and the funnier my own jokes became, and eventually it devolved into pointing out the King of Hipsters, and Justin Bieber, among other spontaneous shit I may or may not have said or remembered saying throughout the course of the evening.

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Photos: Happy, Sweet, Merciful, New Year

Despite a tiny hangover to bring in 2011, I’m ecstatic to see the passing of year 2010, and have a little blind faith, hoping that this year will be better than the last.

So far, it’s started off pretty satisfactory, with a fun New Year’s Eve party at Stu and Allison’s, where I underwent the Four Loko experiment (conclusion: they taste like shit, but hammer you fast), and we all played arguably the greatest party game in the entire planet, Telestrations.  I tracked down a new wheel for my car, and it’s on the way already, and I’ve just found a potential good deal for new tires and installation.  My current work assignment is one that I’m familiar with and it does pay very well.  So despite my week of rage and anxiety to end out the previous year, here’s to hoping that this one is much better.

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Saving relics

Just a few months ago, I had no idea what Four Loko was.  All I really knew is that it was seemingly the choice drink of college kids, and apparently somewhere down the line, some college student died from alcohol poisoning from shotgunning, or funneling Four Loko.  Needless to say, it developed a cult-following in a short amount of time.

Naturally, anything that’s this much of a craze has gotten to be illegal, or made illegal eventually, and from what I understand, this drink is already banned in a few states, and there’s conflicting news and stories about how Four Loko is going to be banned nationwide, the company that makes Four Loko, promising to remove caffeine from the formula in order to keep it legal, and other rather unconfirmed reports about its inevitable demise.

So, without genuine understanding, and having never actually tried this stuff before, I’m still a sucker for novelties, and mostly just curious, as well as just wanting to have a few cans as a keepsake.  I stopped by three different liquor stores while running errands today, and the first one was completely dry of Four Loko; the shopkeeper telling me that the FDA banned it outright.  The second store I went to had only Watermelon flavored ones, so I bought a couple cans, one to keep, the others to try/share, and had a spirited conversation with the girl behind the counter about the Four Loko craze, and how it had been selling fairly well as of recently, likely for the same reasons that I was buying mine.  And then the last liquor store I swung by, happened to have a better variety, and I got two cans each of berry and orange, and the last can of fruit punch.

For all I know, this stuff might not go extinct, or it just might.  Demand, and the subsequent profits that could be had from meeting it are a hard thing to ignore in this capitalist world, so it’s hard to believe that Four Loko will truly go extinct.  But in the event that it does, I’m glad to say that I have my souvenirs of the ride, and I don’t know when, but I’ll look forward to when I can sample these drinks of supposed death.

Random writing that shouldn’t be looked into too much

The sky is crisp and clear, and the stars are scattered throughout up above.  I crane my head up to the night sky, keeping in my line of sight the tops of the trees, with diminishing leaves, along with the sky.  Slowly and deeply, I inhale and exhale, watching the visibility of my own breaths.  It is quiet outside, except for the light sounds of dog feet grazing in the grass as they sniff about, doing their business.  It’s chilly outside, but I do not feel cold, being sufficiently clothed, dressed in layers, wearing gloves.  Breath, after breath, I watch my breaths take shape, and vanish into thin air.  And then I realize that the dogs are done, and I should probably go inside, and curious to why I feel so compelled to write about it.

Maybe because it’s because I’m not doing Nanowrimo this year, or maybe it’s that I’ve got a lot of jumbled thoughts swirling around in my own head that even I can’t comprehend just yet that is seeking some sort of expressive outlet.  Or maybe it’s the three pints of Guinness talking.  Who the fuck knows, but it still feels really solitary out there, sometimes.

The 2010 Dragon-Con post and photos

That time of the year has come and gone again. People stayed over at my house again. Another year has passed where my boy Evan has followed me to Turner Field, and inexplicably watched the Mets beat the Braves, in spite of their polar opposite records (the Mets suck). Another year that over 50,000 nerds descended on Atlanta, on the same weekend as 10,000 gay black men, and 60,000 college football enthusiasts, with there bound to be some overlap here and there. Another year, another Labor Day Weekend, and another Dragon-con.

The difference is that last year, I discovered the secret to enjoying Dragon-con, and I actually looked forward to applying such a theory to this year’s. That being said, another year has passed where I look back and estimate that I consumed somewhere around 23 or so beers during the weekend, another year where I took a lot of photographs, and another year that the overall conclusion is that it wasn’t a bad weekend.

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Don’t mind me

I’m just sitting at Starbucks, killing time, while traffic dies down a bit, pondering on what six-pack of boozahol to take to Dragon-con, and what creative back roads route to take to avoid as much traffic as possible, to prevent me from even more white hairs sprouting on my head.

So in the meantime, have a picture of D-Pat getting emasculated waxed so he can accurately dress up as Cheetos during the weekend.