defrog: (booze)
It’s party time at the Def Citadel.

Dress code: armed casual.



Packing heat,

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defrog: (booze)
ITEM: Brewdog releases a new novelty beer called The End Of History, which (1) is 55% alcohol by volume, (2) goes for $765 and (3) comes with a free dead animal wrapped around the bottle.



I might find this funny if they weren’t using real dead animals. I’m not particularly against taxidermy per se – and I’m informed all of the animals used are roadkill, so it’s not like they have cages of squirrels and stoats out back.

Still, I find this more creepy than funny. And given the cost, it doesn’t make me think any better of the kind of people who could afford it.

Let’s put it this way: I'm assuming Dick Cheney has ordered a case by now. 

Say when,

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So Dennis Hopper is gone.

And all I can add to anything yr probably going to hear about him and his career is that while I’m a fan of a lot of his film work, I first saw him in Blue Velvet.

So he’ll always be Frank Booth to me.



FUN FACT: Pabst Blue Ribbon was my beer of choice for years after watching Blue Velvet. In many ways it still is. I'll raise one to him tomorrow.

One suave fucker,

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defrog: (booze)
Last night at the Def Citadel ... we celebrated May Day. With abandon. 

And a bourbon-powered Ouija board.



Result!

Floating in space,

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defrog: (booze)
Peter O’Toole: so awesome that he once arrived for his Letterman interview by camel. Then gave the camel a beer for its trouble.



Notice also how he smokes throughout the interview. You can’t do that on American TV talk shows anymore. Unless yr Peter O’Toole, that is.

If you have some extra time, the anecdote about camels, Omar Sharif and booze is worth sitting through. Because yr never going to get a story like that from most of today’s A-list.

Whose round is it,

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defrog: (booze)
I need this.

jigger

[Via BoingBoing]

Insert Shane MacGowan joke here.

You’ve got toothpaste on yr breath,

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defrog: (tor loves betty)
Good morning, Internet.

It’s Monday. And now yr going to have to deal with the most common Monday morning ice-breaker at work:

“So ... what’d you get up to this weekend?”

Hopefully, it went something like mine.



NOTE: I’m not in the picture. I’m out of shot getting the chairs ready.

Bottoms up,

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defrog: (bras from mars)
ITEM: The Overeasy – an upmarket bar in Singapore at One Fullerton – recently staged an event called Fill My Cups. Objective: ladies get free drinks based on their bra size.

The breakdown went like this:



No one had to take anything off or get felt up – two judges at a “Boobie Booth” made a visual assessment. So at least it was classy.

If yr wondering, the whole thing was a publicity stunt to promote the guest DJ at the Overeasy last weekend – whose moniker is, in fact, DCUP.

See what they did there?

As you might expect, some local women find it hilarious and fun, others find it demeaning and offensive – though according to at least one article, even some of the latter camp came out for free drinks anyway.

I can see why some women would feel uncomfortable being at an event that encourages people to stare at their tits. On the other hand, my experience with Singapore dress codes and the nightclub scene assures me that really, the only difference between Fill My Cups and the average ladies’ night at Clarke Quay is the judges’ booth and the rating system.

Anyway, if nothing else, it’s ten times more honest than what they get up to over at Hooters. (And yes, there’s one of those in Singapore, too. Bet they wish they’d thought of this.)

Drink from the loving cup,

This is dF
defrog: (booze)
Via [livejournal.com profile] vintagephoto :



Insert yr own Tea Party joke here.

You gotta fight for yr right to party,

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defrog: (booze)
There was this bar at the ferry pier.

I call it a bar because that’s just about all it was – a bar. No seats, no stools. Just a bar, a few wine shelves and a cooler. Strictly takeaway, this bar was.

Appropriately, it was called Anchors Away, as it was designed for people like me to grab a drink for the 25-minute ferry ride back to Disco Bay. That was its purpose. And it served its purpose well.

The best thing about it was that the barmaids were generous with the bourbon. Order an Early Times and Coke and they’d fill the cup at least a third full before adding the Coke. And then sell it to you for something like HK$20 less than what the average pub in Lan Kwai Fung or Wan Chai would charge you for it.

Good times.

It couldn’t last, of course. Not at those prices. And not at the rental increases for the little sliver of space Anchors Away occupied. So a few months ago it closed down.

They opened a Ben & Jerry’s there today.

I require explosives, please.

ATTN CIA EAVESDROPPERS: Just kidding. Please don’t tase me and ship me to Gitmo.

Time gentleman, please,

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defrog: (tor loves betty)
Like riding a bar stool suggestively whilst pouring a beer.



The best part is the promo at the 0:30 mark:

WINGS FOR KIDS.

Eh?

Of course, they don’t mean “Bring yr kids to Hooters for free wings”. It’s a reference to the “Wings For The Children” program, where Hooters donates a third of its wings revenues to tuition assistance at a school for underprivileged kids in Chicago.

The school?

Holy Family Lutheran School.

Treasure this moment, because it’s not often you’ll see the words “holy”, “family”, “Lutheran” and “Hooters” in the same sentence. For charity, no less.

Ride the stool,

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defrog: (booze)
Actually, I’m not really big on Guinness.

And this commercial is naughty naughty naughty and oh-so-wrong.

I like it.



Reminds me of my military days.

No, I’m not going to tell you why.

Rock the boat,

This is dF

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Ulp,

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defrog: (booze)
This is how you market tequila in 1976: with stereotypes, babes and bullet saltshaker offers.

Photobucket

[Via
Paco Camino]

Mind you, I rather fancy that salt-shaker.

In Margaritaville,

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defrog: (booze)
ITEM [via [profile] warren_ellis ]: Laws have gone into effect in Arizona and Tennessee (my home state) making it legal to carry guns into bars and restaurants that serve alcohol.

But of course.

To be fair, in Tennessee at least, the law gives establishments the right to opt out and establish their own no-guns rule. Also, the law does stipulate that if yr packing heat, you won’t be served alcohol.

So be sure to do yr drinking before you go out partying, gun owners.

Of course, you don’t have to actually tell them yr carrying. Sure, they might have metal detectors and crap, but hey, there’s ways around that. Ask yr kids for more information.

DISCLAIMER: I’m not particularly in favor of banning guns completely, primarily because I don’t think it would help. That said, I do think the argument for concealed-carry laws – i.e. it deters crime – is based more on fear of the statistically unlikely than any hard reality. I know the NRA likes to point to FBI stats showing a drop in violent crime since the 1990s and that states with concealed-carry laws see bigger drops. But that’s too simplistic for me. That’s like Bush claiming that invading Iraq helped prevent the next 9/11 when in fact there are at least over half a dozen other factors in play.

On the bright side, if the need to carry a gun at all times to protect yrself is overblown (and I think it is), so are the fears that CCW laws will encourage public shootouts and vigilantism, which has never really happened in the states that have passed such laws – not on any grand scale I’m aware of, anyway. So you can probably still take the family to Hooters without fear of getting into a drunken duel over football teams or gun control laws or whatever you think is worth shooting people over.

Still, you have to admit that Warren Ellis has a point – when society has reached a point where you can legally bring guns into a bar but get fined for smoking a cigarette, it says a lot about yr priorities and threat assessment capabilities.

Maybe we could split the difference and have restaurant sections for smokers and gun owners.

Smoking or non-smoking guns,

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defrog: (falco)
Good morning, Interwub.

Today’s bloggery is brought to you by Smirnoff, the preferred vodka of Julie Newmar.

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Filtered through 14,000 pounds of activated charcoal!

FULL DISCLOSURE:
I don’t like vodka, personally. Can’t stand the stuff. Don’t like Bloody Marys, come to that.

Julie Newmar, on the other hand, I like very much, thanks.

Have vodka, will travel,

This is dF
defrog: (zissou!)
Some late happy birthday wishes to [livejournal.com profile] dr_p_venkman , [livejournal.com profile] isis_lives  and [livejournal.com profile] fiendish_elf . Hope the festivities went well and don’t cut into yr Christmas gift stash.

Though I should add, if you need help sourcing beer for the party, I’m probably not the guy to ask – at least not if yr favorite brew is Mac and Jack’s.

Name That Beer Label

[Via [livejournal.com profile] bedsitter23 , who knows every beer on Earth]

Still, that’s kind of respectable. If you need Budweiser, Pabst Blue Ribbon or Tsingtao, I can help.

But then I’m more of a Jim Beam person, myself. Where’s my quiz?

It was a very good beer,

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defrog: (halloween)
Need a last-minute Halloween costume? You could always try going as a fully functional (and extremely NSFW) human beer keg.

Don't look! )

Classy, no?

You’ll be the most popular person at the party. And not just because yr the one with the beer.

More beer,

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defrog: (falco)
ITEM: Scientists have proven that "beer goggles" are real — which is to say, other people really do look more attractive to us if we have been drinking.

Yes, I know, “Who funds research to prove the obvious?” Only there’s one other finding as well: the Beer-Goggles Effect applies to whoever yr looking at, regardless of sex.

Which isn’t to say you’ll turn temporarily gay if you drink enough beer. But you may find yrself thinking, “Wow, you know, Don Knotts really was a dashing bloke.”

Which reminds me of something my friend Mr Tommy Holt once told Jerry Springer when he went on a show whose theme was “Reuniting People With One Night Stands” (in which Tommy claimed – falsely – to have a one-night stand with a guy, even though he’s straight): “Jerry, give me enough shots of Jack Daniels and you’d look like Marilyn Monroe in my eyes.”

Anyway, I’ve always figured this was true, though I’ve always maintained that it’s not about people literally looking better as much as the alcohol making people more accepting of other people’s faults. To a point, anyway. Of course, I’ve also assumed that poor pub lighting probably helps – this study may throw some cold water on that theory.

Still, I've had plenty of anecdotal evidence to support this. I've lost count of how many times drunk people have come up to me and say, "Hey, aren't you Falco?"

Bottoms up,

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defrog: (ramones don't surf)
Just like it says.



Apropos of nothing, except that I’m really into The Trucks at the moment, and one thing led to another and ...

Well.

Just press play,

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