Conspiracy

I’m walking around Wegmans the other day, and naturally, I’m drawn to the beer displays. A huge stack of Budweiser Select 30s stick out to me. Black cans with red type and whitish/silvery designs.

budsel

bud select

The label of Bud Select, Budweisers newer, low calorie product, is eerily similar to that of Coke Zero; Coke’s newer lower calorie product.

coke zero

coke zero

See what I mean?

Budweiser, the original, and regular Coca-Cola have not-so-different labels themselves. Classic red and white, as seen in Labor Day cookout coolers seen growing up.

What does that mean? The weaker of each of the Bud and Coke family. Bud Light and Diet Coke. They’re labels aren’t similar. Blue and silver, with a little bit of red on Bud Light, silver and red for Diet Coke. They’re the “other” in each of the families. The black sheep. Ugly duckling. And what can we say about their drinkers? Women who work in offices, rationalizing the half-dozen eclaires they have at lunch by the Diet Coke they had as a mid-morning snack. “You want a salad?” / “No, I’ll have a Diet Coke. And the rack of ribs.”

think this, but more arm pudge

think this, but more arm pudge

And the Bud Light drinkers. “Bro, you want a beer?” / “If by beer you mean Bud Light then hell yes Broseph!”

Credit Where Credit Is Due

Sometimes stuff that sucks can do something cool once in a while. Like when that loser from fifth grade has everyone from the grade over for a huge pool party. His parents hope he’ll make friends that way, but you’re just there for the diving board and Ruffles chips. Bud Light Sucks, I maintain that.

I walk into Wegmans last night and get the usual barrage of Bud Light advertisements. BL Lime, there’s even a new BL Golden Wheat, whatever the hell that is. But this one ad caught my eye…

and the love below

and the love below

This “tailgate-approved” 24-pack has speakers and an MP3 connection. Ideal for pre-gaming in a parking lot, grilling burgers outside stadiums, or being a bro.

bom bom beedom

bom bom beedo

I guess this is pretty cool. Still doesn’t compare to the Natty Caddy though.

get our your nattlas

get our your nattlas

I was warming up to the idea of testing out this speakerbox. Then I got home and, while watching Dateline NBC’s “To Catch a Predator” per my Sunday night routine, noticed that some pervert brought 12 condoms, flowers, a corset, and you guessed it, a 12 of Bud Light to some potential rape victims house. Perverts: 0, Bud Light: -1, Natty: 1up.

Caffeilcohol

A California attorney wrote to the Rock Art Brewery in Morrisville, Vermont, urgint them to “stop using “Vermonster” as the name of one [their} beers because consumers might confuse it with the energy drink (Monster)." The high-alcohol craft beer is 10% alcohol by volume and only comes in 22-ounce bottles. Check it out:

22oz.

22oz

But lawyer Diane Reed of the California law firm Knobbe Martens Olson & Bear, claims that the title of the beer will undoubtedly cause confusion between the beer and Monster energy drinks, causing drinkers to believe they are consuming a highly caffeinated beverage. The case is still unsettled – the owners of Monster have not issued a cease and desist quite yet, and Rock Art Brewery owner, is fighting this, if anything, for the sake of all craft breweries.

But this got me thinking… Sparks was novel, Tilt was classic, Four Loko and Joose continue to be popular among college students as a means to, as peers of mine have so eloquently put it, “get drunk fast.” When will monster step into the alcoholic arena?

After pledging to never step into the energy drink market, the Monster parent company would not drop their legal attacks. Hmm – do I smell a Monstrous malt coming to Rogan’s in the near future? Will the majority of the college’s grades fall accordingly? I hope “yes,” to both.

i do not advocate use, i advocate education

I figured that the fanbase/general readership of this blog would be into this. I have read quite a few of the essays/chapters from this book- and it is QUITE a read. I highly recommend it: purely for fun, it serves no academic purpose but does have witty “smart” writing. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell is on many college students’ bookshelves and is found in the “college humor” section (whatever that is….humor for adults perhaps? are we out to create a new genre—-YUP) written by Tucker Max- the most made up name you could ever try fictionalizing. He claims it all to be true and even though this reader hopes it is not- I’m glad it is because not only is honesty the best policy but it makes for the best reads. Enjoy.

FED’S PERSPECTIVE: The Art of Attempting to Stay In…

Remember those nights when you used to remember those nights? That’s because you didn’t go out and get plastered. It all starts with that one text or phone call.  Here’s how mine starts and ends.

“Hey Fed, you want to go out for some drinks?”

“Nah, I’ve got some work to do.”

“Alright man.”

Moments later, after surfing through Facebook and adding some finishing touches to yet another Facebook Status, I get another call.

“Yo, bro. You want to go to Happy Hour?”

This time I’m thinking about it. They got me thinking about it.

“…Nah man, I’ve got some reading to do.”

At this point, I feel they sense my reluctance and fear of yet another night of debauchery. So this is when they insist.

“C’mon, bro, stop being a bum and let’s go drink.”

Now I’m being challenged. Who reads anyway? But I want to prioritize. I must do my work. I cannot have another morning in which I have to wake up at six in the morning to bang out some chapter questions and readings. I cannot! I will not! As I’m thinking all of this in my head, I have to muster the words back to them. The other voice is starting to get antsy.

“Yo, you there bro?”

No I am not here. I am trying to avoid another defying decision towards my life obstacles. I am involved in crucial judgment making when it comes to my career motives. My perseverance, self respect, and determination to make a career out of my studies will not be hindered by your shenanigans. I don’t want to use up one of my lifelines tonight. Not tonight.

So I respond.

“What time?”

I’ve lost this round.

It DOES exist!

As college students, we run the gamut from cheap beer to really cheap beer. Some of us have stuck on one beer for some reason – we grew up with it, it’s the cheapest, it doesn’t taste like Bud Light, etc. Keystone Light, while not my favorite, is one of those beers that I grew up with. It’s the beer I drank in high school and the one beverage I had every weekend during my freshman year. I express loyalty to the Keystone family.

red keystone can

behold!

In Los Angeles, I was overjoyed when, at a barbecue, Fed Jimenez graced me with this: A Keystone. Not Keystone Light. Not Keystone Ice. But this was in L.A. Hollywood, LaLaLand. Of course you can find rare things there. In L.A. Not in Ithaca.

Turn the page to this past weekend. Circles Party. BYOB – and Curt didn’t. So he takes a walk up to Big Al’s to pick something up. What do I see when he comes back from the store? You guessed it.

bam!

bam!

A 12 of red stoners. They do exist. Stock up, though. Keystone Regular may quickly become the reason people go to Big Al’s and not Rogans.

Now we know where to get all three varieties of Keystone.

But did you know that there is a fourth variety? In my research of the Keystone family, I have learned that there is Keystone Premium, which comes in a maroon can. Weighing in at 4.40%abv, this beer is highly discussed on beeradvocate.com. One review claims it has a “STRONG smell of day-old pee and wet leaves.”

According to molsoncoors.com, “Keystone Premium is available nationally and is packaged in cans, bottles and kegs. Keystone Premium is 4.4 percent alcohol by volume and has 108 calories per 12-ounce serving.”

I’m off to find myself some Premium. Who’s with me?

walk home from class, through pictures

In the midst of our first full week on campus, I’ve decided to share with you some things that may be overlooked as you walk back to your residence.
While I did see a campus cop ticketing a car in the parking lot at the backside of Park, I chose not to photograph for fear of the officer giving me a hard time. I’m over 21, I don’t have a car on campus. As far as I’m concerned, there’s not much they can do to me, that is unless I start photographing them.
The next thing to draw my attention was not an authority. In fact, it has no authority whatsoever. It was this turtle who met his fate when a car’s tires hit him. Perhaps this turtle died in his attempt to get out of the way of more traffic. More likely, some thoughtful pedestrian or remorseful driver kicked him to the side of the road.
smashed turtle

a turtle, shell cracked

The next thing I saw, right across from ded-turt, were these ducks. I think they’ve got problems. On my way home from campus one night, I saw these guys wandering in the middle of the path next to the pond. I assumed they’d waddle away, being intimidated by a six-foot tall human. They didn’t. They just stood there like freak ducks. I also overheard some people talking about how they ushered the ducks into their apartment and let them stay there. While it was fun, they admitted, the ducks shat everywhere and they had to clean it up. What do you expect? You deserve it – they’re animals

ducks

ducks, cuddling along the banks of the pond

It being a nice day, I thought I’d take a photo of my shadow. This picture has some sharp fall-off. I think that’s what it is – I’ve only been in Media A&A for one day, but being one of the few seniors in the class, I thought I’d try to do the mature thing and apply some of the vocab. Also notice the mass in my left hand: A shirt, taken off during the day because, in traditional Ithaca fashion, the temperature rose from 56 to 73 degrees over the course of a few hours.

shadow

self-portrait

I saw these bumper stickers on a car near my house. As a TV-R major, I feel as though I should be offended by these stickers. I wonder what this person studied in college. Was it English? Was it Biology? Was it Women’s Studies? How would they like it if I displayed stickers on my car reading “KiLL BOOKS,” KiLL ANIMALS,” “KiLL… et cetera.”

If you have a problem with this, I know several TV-R professors who will refute your supposed claim that television makes you stupid.

kill tv bumper sticker

an expression of angst

Finally, the last interesting object I saw on the ground before climbing the stairs to the place I call home. An empty Old Milwaukee can. Looks like somebody had a great weekend.

cheap beer

weekend debris

So what does this walk home tell us about IC? Bad drivers, dependent ducks, unpredictable weather, egotistical liberals, and cheap drunkards.