No?  Well.  Mmmmm.  Here goes.

WOW.  Fantastically tired.   Someone carry this torch.  I’s heavy.

So, the 6th 24-Hour Movie Marathon is upon us this weekend. I am so excited I could explode! EXPLODE!

It’s certainly a good way to catch up on interesting flicks; but it’s much more about hanging out with one of my best friends: Moe the cat.

In any case, this year’s shindig will be most awesome, and I’m very much looking forward to it. Mayhaps there will be a post on here during the weekend?

WHO THE HELL KNOWS?!?!

But she’s making pizza. With homemade dough and pesto and goat cheese becauase she is classy. And mustrhooms. Musrhooms are motherfucking classy, yo. Also, she may or may not have made that dough prior to the drinky drinks. But an hour and a half of rising time is a lot of time to wait and a chilled bottle of wine was calling her name.

These are all of my thoughts.

Big hugs to yall. Happy 2011. Previewi ng this post is only going to make me feel bad about my spelling.

I resolve that I will dropkick someone — full force, without remorse,  and totally out of the blue — at least once a month.

I’ll finally get that pageboy haircut I’ve been meaning to.

I will bring a bottle of bourbon to work and pour myself one generous shot each day during lunch, judgement and performance ratings be damned.

I will invest in ferrets.  Ferrets are the new gold (you heard it here first).

I will always carry a role of quarters in my pocket so that whenever I’m asked, “Is that a role of quarters in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” the quarters will distract from my all-too-obvious boner.

I will tap that.

In totally unrelated news.  Is it possible for you to drink so much that your belly button oozes?  Just asking for a friend.  Good think we have Dr. Bombshell on staff, hopefully she will have some meaningful input.

First of all: why am I still coding in HTML? Honestly, it really beats the crap out of me. However, I will continue in said Royale Scripte.

I spent this weekend hanging around a bunch of seriously cool people. Some of them are heroes that are instilled in my heart forever, while others are new additions to my admiration list.

Eff Why Eye: It’s not easy to get on there.

Anyway, so, these folks really inspire me (much like my co-conspirator here on ye drunke bloge, and this Black Rum Piña Colada); and yes, enough inspiration remains in my system to use semi-fucking-colons in my drunken typing. How do you like that, Columbo? I bet you like it a lot.

Anyhoo; the message for the day is that you should make sure that you let those people know how awesome they are, because no matter how awesome YOU think they are, if you never tell them, they will never know; and the crying shame would be if your one kind phrase was all that stood between them and the stars.

Hanging out with fellow gaming geeks is awesome, especially when the drink of the gods is on the table, and I’m drinking it. I mean, they can drink it too, if they’re fast enough.

But seriously, hanging out with guys and gals that love the same things as you is just the bee’s knees; especially when they challenge some of your views; and nobody dies.

What the hell does “bee’s knees” even mean?

Who knows?

I just wanted to take this moment to welcome our new Drunk Blogger.

Who is it? I’m not telling. You’ll have to figure that out for yourself. I’ll give you two hints:

1. Not a hermaphrodite.
2. Not an androgynous person.

1) It’s delicious.  It’s got heat and sweetness.  Kind of like me.

2) It doesn’t have the prestige of scotch.  Which means it isn’t all fucking crazy expensive like scotch is.  The best bourbon I’ve ever had in my entire like (Booker’s, FYI) costs about $55 US.  Whereas the best scotch I’ve ever had in my like (Johnny Walker Blue) runs about $250 CDN.

3) It gets better if you build to it.  What do I mean?  Think of the best beer you’ve had ever.  It was probably after a really long day.  Maybe you’d worked your ass off.  You were sort of pissed-off or beat down.  Then you had That Beer, and it was soooooooo good.  And then you thought, shiiiiiiiiiiiiit, I can’t wait to have another.  And that second beer was pretty good, but nothing like the first one.  What I’m saying is: beer tastings don’t really work.  The taste gets duller and duller as you go.  But bouron!  Bourbon tastings are The Shit!  Doesn’t even have to be a fancy tasting.  Taking a mediocre whisky, like Jamesons, have a snort of that, then follow it with a decent bourbon like Knob Creek — and that Knob Creek will taste five times as good as if you’d had that first.  I can’t explain the crazy science behind this princple, all I knows is: it works!  (Same thing works for scotch, I’ll give you that, but again: bourbon — cheap!