Beer and football XV — week eighteen

The game: Bills at Patriots The beer: True West Hat & Mittens Dark Lager The result: Win, 23–16 The record: 4–13 The headline: “Something, something, something, when this is over.” – Shellac, “I Don’t Fear Hell” The commentary: “Fire Mayo” is activated a mere three hours after the bloggo tag’s inception—were “Fire Belichick” so effective! […]

Beer and football XIV — aftermath

Replicating success: “Where do you see yourself in ten years?” The beer: Harpoon Celtic Red Ale The headline: “Can you picture what will be?” – Doors, “The End” The commentary: (Continued.) Captain Beefheart’s “Bills Corpse” is a missed opportunity, sure, but Trout Mask Replica and its collection of bush recordings get plenty of love in […]

Beer and football XIV — week seventeen

The game: Patriots at Bills The beer: Hopothecary Sweepnman’s Flu(e) Fix Red Ale The result: Loss, 27–21 The method: Live via Paramount+ The record: 4–12 The headline: “They won’t come around—your king’s a cunt.” – Osees, “Intercepted Message” The commentary: First, I apologize for the four-letter-est of the four-letter words. It’s what a four- or […]

Identity theft made easy: “What’s your all-time favorite album?”

Here’s a question: what’s this daily prompt business? Every—yes—day with this, and today’s question is the first to spark action. I guess Day One Incorporated didn’t attend the Fiftieth Anniversary Super-Biffy™ spectacular and it’s just as well, for three reasons: the nominees are somewhat out of date; sponsor Blogger no longer acknowledges its participation; and […]

Far too many notes for my taste

Scene: it’s autumn. Route 1 along the North Shore (title case) of Massachusetts—rather, “Old Route 1,” to distinguish it from the stretch with strip clubs and furniture outlets and orange dinosaurs. The scenic portion with private schools and shuttered restaurants and blind intersections that almost kill you (truth). Radio: on. “Fire” by the Crazy World […]

Used to be I couldn’t sleep at night, baby

“We have a Switch??” Nothing gets past a nine-year-old (at the time) and thus last April’s school-vacation surprise was blown. That’s what I get for assuming consumer discretionaries can’t creep their way into kids’ awareness in the age of commercial-less streaming. That’s what I get for making no effort whatsoever to hide the distinctive red […]