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.

Recession-Friendly Sake

This past weekend I ventured to Collegetown to take part in the ritual known city-wide as “sake bombing.” I haven’t taken part in this sacred art since the pre-carding days of Miyakes we so fondly recall from freshman year.

Basically, what you do is pour a few ounces from a 22oz. Sapporo into a mug. You pour some sake into a shot glass, balance that on top of the mug, slam the table so it falls, and chug it down.

...as such

...as such

Back in the fall of 2006, when I was a relative lightweight, one order would get me drunk. But this past weekend, I got a buzz, if that. And I noticed that prices were much higher than I recall from a few years back. $9.95 for some beer and sake? Never again.
So I introduce to you, the American Bomb.

What you’ve got to do, when going sake bombing, is go prepared. This means a backpack filled with beers and liquor. What works for me, is a few tall boys of Natty Light, and a flask full o’ scotch.

Once you’ve done all your sake bombs and your table is a mess, you get American on their Japanese asses.

Fill yer mug with the Natty, put your scotch in the shot glass, and slam it down.

Bombs never tasted so good, or so American.

I need a co-pilot

I listen to a fair amount of music. When I’m on my computer, it’s coming from my computer; iTunes, Pandora, whatever. When I’m at a party, I’m listening to music only made tolerable by Natty Light. But when I’m in my car, that’s when I pay some respect to radio and tune in to WICB.

I generally like the music on WICB, plenty of Jane’s Addiction. Jazz Impressions is great, too. The station is very accessible if you want to make a request, you can IM the station (wicbrocks) or call the DJ. Since I solely listen to the radio in my car, I have come across two (maybe three) problems.

1- I don’t have a computer in my car. Ergo, I cannot IM in a request.

2 – In New York, a driver cannot use a cell phone behind the wheel. Ergo I cannot call the station.

(3) – I’m a big Jane’s Addiction fan, my only request would be more of it.

In the great state of Massachusetts, you’re allowed to talk on your phone while driving. Massachusetts has more requests per radio station than any other state in the country. I just made that up, but you get the point – no cell phone use in cars means less interaction between radio and audience. So if you’re a proponent of radio and you think iTunes and mp3 players are to blame, think again. It’s the police that are oppressing your medium.

I wouldn’t be caught dead using a bluetooth headpiece and I think that doing the maneuver where you put the phone on speaker and hold it away from your face is lame as hell.

lame manuever

lame maneuver

Until then, I guess I’ll just keep up with Jane’s Addiction and Regina Spektor.