world's worst car names
prod test: pretzel m&ms
the dominican republic
titus andronicus @ maxwell's
miles kurosky @ mercury lounge
dinosaur jr. @ bowery ballroom
be your own dj
big apple circus
greatest actor of his gen.
why sirius/xm will fail
the 2nd worst block in nyc
prod. tes: dentyne blast
tokyo police club
the antichrist goes home
bubba's secret campaign
celeb sighting 8: steve schirripa
the police @ msg
celeb sighting 7: andrew mccarthy
puerto vallarta, mexico
kurt vonnegut: r.i.p.
worst boss ever
best purchase ever
montclair: hipster central
the cali roadtrip
celeb sighting 6: rupaul
product 1: diet coke w/ splenda
cell phone headsets
casualties of war
celeb sighting 5: max kellerman
deus ex: invisible war
the weakest fortune ever
celeb sighting 4: christina aguilera
the six flags guy
celeb sighting 3: len berman
celeb sighting 2: christena pyle
max payne 2
celeb sighting 1: amber valletta
st. thomas, usvi
mr. hipster goes domestic
the danger of googling
why i love whitney matheson
joe strummer tribute show
london part deux
new jersey state fair
lake george, ny
ford motor company
look kids, parliament
tuesdays with morrie
the blogger bash
the geniuses at fox
the blvd of porn & trinkets
the ugly bar
fat loss miracle
the free gift
i drink beer
titus andronicus @ mercury lounge
I apparently drink lots of beer. And I love to catalog stuff. In fact, this entire Website is just one giant catalog. So here are all the different kinds of beers I drank between May 2009 and March 2013. Or at least the ones I remembered to take pictures of.
Asahi Super Dry
Ballast Point Brewing Company
Bayerische Staatsbrauerei Weihenstephan
Weihenstephaner Hefe Weissbier
Bernard Pivo Lager
Blue Moon Brewing Company
Spring Blonde Wheat Ale
Blue Point Brewing Co.
Boon Rawd Brewery
Brooklyner Wheat Beer
There Will Be Black
Budweiser American Ale
Budweiser Black Crown
Butternuts Beer & Ale
Porkslap Pale Ale
Butternuts Amber Lager
Moo Thunder Stout
Captain Lawrence Brewing Co.
Freshchester Pale Ale
Cervecera Del Sur Del Peru
Chelsea Brewing Co.
Checker Can Blonde Ale
Sunset Red Ale
The Chimay Premiere
Cricket Hill Brewing
Cricket Hill American Ale
Cricket Hill East Coast Lager
Mirror Pond Pale Ale
Indian Brown Ale
Duvel Moortgat Brewery
Elysian Brewing Company
The Immortal IPA
Flying Dog Brewery
Flying Dog In-Heat Wheat
Old Scratch Amber Lager
Under Dog Atlantic Lager
Belgian Abbey Dubbel
Friesisches Brauhaus zu Jever
Full Sail Brewing Co.
Full Sail Session Lager
Fuller's, Smith and Turner
Fuller's Bengal Lancer
Genesee Brewing Company
Genesee Cream Ale
Goose Island Beer Co.
Goose Island Matilda
India Pale Ale
Greenport Harbor Brewing Co.
Greenport Harbor Pale Ale
Greenport Summer Ale
Old Speckled Hen
Grolsch Premium Lager
Guinness & Co.
Hacker-Pschorr Oktoberfest Märzen
Harpoon Summer Beer
Harpoon UFO Pale Ale
Harpoon Winter Warmer
Indiana Pale Ale
Newcastle Brown Ale
Newcastle Founders' Ale
High Point Brewing Company
River Horse Summer Blonde
The Innis & Gunn Brewing Company
Innis & Gunn Original
Ithaca Beer Co.
Ithaca Cold Front
Jacob Leinenkugel Brewing Company
Leinenkugel Summer Shandy
John Smith's Brewery
John Smith's Extra Smooth
Keegan's Hurricane Kitty
KelSo Beer Co.
KelSo Nut Brown Ale
Kirin Brewery Co.
Kirin Ichiban Special Reserve
Kona Brewing Company
Krušovice Mušketýr 11°
Lagunitas Brewing Company
Little Sumpin' Sumpin' Ale
Left Hand Brewing Company
400 Pound Monkey
Left Hand Milk Stout
Stranger Pale Ale
The Lion Brewery
Lion's Head Pilsner
Long Trail Brewing Co.
Long Trail Imperial Porter
Wacko Summer Seasonal
Margaritaville Brewing Co.
Land Shark Lager
Matt Brewing Co.
Saranac Adirondack Lager
Saranac Brown Ale
Saranac Pale Ale
Mendocino Brewing Company
Red Tail Lager
Miller Brewing Company
Miller High Life
Molson Coors Brewing Company
New Belgium Brewing Company
Northcoast Brewing Co.
Oskar Blues Brewery
Mama's Little Yella Pils
Palm Amber Ale
Peak Organic Brewing Company
Peak Organic IPA
Porterhouse Brewing Company
Porterhouse Oyster Stout
Privatbrauerei Gafell Becker & Co.
Radeberger Pilsner Zwickel
Long Hammer IPA
River Horse Brewing Co.
Unfiltered Pale Lager
Dead Guy Ale
S.A. Damm Brewery
San Miguel Brewery
San Miguel Pale Pilsen
Schlenkerla Helles Lager
Schmaltz Brewing Company
Coney Island Lager
Shiner Black Lager
Shiner Old-Time Alt
Shipyard Brewing Co.
Shipyard Summer Ale
Sierra Nevada Brewing Co.
Sierra Nevada Kellerweis
Smuttynose Brewing Co.
Smuttynose Old Brown Dog Ale
Smuttynose Star Island Single
Southampton Ales & Lagers
Southern Tier Brewing Company
Squatter's Pub Brewery
Full Suspension Pale Ale
Provo Girl Pilsner
Stoudt's Brewing Company
Texelse Fall Dubbel
Thomas Hooker Brewing Company
Jaipur English Ale
Three Heads Brewing
Three Heads Common Man Lager
Troegs Brewing Co.
Troegs Summer Pilsner
Two Brothers Brewing Company
Two Brothers Domain Dupage
Flekovský Tmavý Ležák 13°
Unita Brewing Co.
Doolan's Golden Ale
Victory Brewing Company
Victory Scarlet Fire Rauchbier
1st Amendment Lager
Yards Brewing Company
I've already extolled the virtues of the Roku, and this, my second go 'round with watching an entire television series from episode one until the series finale (the first being Lost) was an awfully enjoyable experience technically and convenience-wise. Using Netflix streaming, I could pause when I wanted, stop an episode halfway through when Ms. Hipster nodded off and start right back up the next night. And I didn't have to wait through the summer for the series to start back up, a week for the next episode, didn't have to wade through commercials, wait for DVDs in the mail or anything else that could interfere with my viewing pleasure. Sure, it takes away some of the build-up and suspense, but what the hey. If I'm going to commit to watching 77 episodes of anything, it better be on my terms.
Now, I was a fan of the original Battlestar Galactica series. I know that makes me like 100 years old, but we had very little in terms of entertainment back in those days. I recently watched a couple episodes of Buck Rogers and realized how just incredibly horrendous it was. It made the Flash Gordon movie look like an ILM wet dream. So, in a nostalgic mood, and based on highly positive reviews from trusted sources over the past few years, we decided to dip our toe in the modern Galactica water.
Did I ever mention that Edward James Olmos was an actor I actually "studied" in one of my criticism classes back in college? Well, I did. And also growing up watching his prototypical police captain performance weekly on Miami Vice I knew we were in for a good time. The man -- who is apparently a notorious pain in the ass -- never met a close-up he didn't love. And how do you force close-ups? You talk real quietly and mumble a lot so they have to get right in on your face to understand what's up. And then? And then you fucking explode and clear all the shit off a desk and throw yourself around. He's the actor's version of grunge music. Get real quiet and then, blam, hit 'em with the screaming. Amazing for music. For acting, not so much. But so, so entertaining for drinking games and making fun of when the series is in one of its many lulls.
EJO (as I like to call him) is one of the very few name actors in the series. Mary McDonnell is arguably a name, but she could be any middle-aged actress who looks like she might or might not have been Amy Madigan at some point. This was actually a plus for me, as even a couple characters like Dean Stockwell and Lucy Lawless, who rotated in (and out) were kind of a distraction. Despite this, the acting, while over-the-top at times, was relatively decent for a sci-fi series. With marked acceptions (I'm looking at you Sharon the Cylon).
The gist of the series is that there's a war between the Cylons and what is left of the human race after the Cylons pretty much nuke them out of existence. Granted, these aren't Earthling humans, but a human race that is essentially alien (to Earth), but may or may not be related to our modern-day human selves. And, unlike the old series, the Cylons have moved on from being shiny robots (though those still exist) and have taken on human form and have assimilated into the Galactica's populace. Or so every paranoid thinks. So the humans, spread across a fleet of spaceships spend the series "jumping" from place to place trying to both find the mystical Earth and avoiding getting blown up by the Cylons. That's pretty much it.
Mixed in there is lots of political and emotional and religious stuff. And the word "frack," which is basically the equivalent of "Smurf." You know, "Smurf this," "Smurf that," "Smurf you." In fact, if I didn't know any better, I would swear that what started out as a story that clearly was meant to mirror the events and aftermath of 9/11 turned into an almost uncomfortable (at least for my non-believing self) quest for God. Granted, a muddled quest for God, but one that almost preached pre-ordained religious fate and angels and shit. A strange turn, to be sure. And then there's the British scientist dude who sells out the human race, has this imaginary Cylon in his head, somehow becomes president and cries in almost every scene he's in. And then he becomes this weird leader of a harem of religious followers. It makes almost no sense. And while I enjoyed my time upon the Battlestar Galactica with Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace and Apollo and stuff, the series ultimately made about as much sense as religion ever does.
I just finished watching the first season of Showtime's
original series, Shameless,
on On Demand. And may I say: how the fuck did I ever live without
On Demand and my Roku?
Between this On Demand doozy (watched on nights when Ms. Hipster was
out cavorting or working or whatever) and our joint viewing of the
complete new Battlestar
Galactica series on Netflix
streaming on the Roku I shudder at the thought of the old days when
we'd be stuck watching re-runs of Modern
Stars and Finding
Bigfoot all summer long.
So, semi-modern technology has brought Shameless to my doorstep.
At first it was just something to have running in the background one
night when the Missus was hanging out with her band. I mean, it's
H. Macy and a bunch of other folks I don't know, so how bad can
it be? Plus, it's another one of those debased Britcoms
that we Americans (land of the death of the original idea) decided
to "re-imagine." So it'll most likely at least have a pretty edgy
approach. And, as it turns out, the thing is pretty edgy -- almost
a little too much for my delicate sensibilities. At least at first.
Macy plays the drunken debauched patriarch of the Gallagher family. His six kids, varying in age from like 2 to 22 (or so), live in a house together and are mostly cared for by their oldest sister. Macy (Frank) rarely comes around and the mother isn't in the picture. He will drop by on occasion to collect disability checks, to hide from money collectors and maybe pick up some food. Mostly he hangs out at a bar in their Chicago neighborhood, harassing the patrons and spouting nonsense to whomever will listen. The family is rough around the edges, running scams, stealing, basically doing what they can to survive. The first couple of episodes painted a bleak picture and kind of made the characters, in their willingness to fuck over anybody, completely unlikable and relatively cartoon-ish. I had an impulse to turn it off and never come back. But out of desperation, I tuned back in to this group of despicable misfits. And as the episodes progressed, and we learned more about each character, and their dossiers got fleshed out, I became engaged.
Now this ain't no PG-rated ride. If there's a female character, she
will get naked. If there's a male character, he will get punched or
punch someone else. And in between all the nudity and beatings there's
tons of fucking. This seems to be a theme of Showtime shows. See Californication,
where lead character Hank Moody (David
Duchovny) drinks, gets punched a lot and fucks everything that
moves. In fact, there's a book written by him on the series that is
stolen buy one of his conquests that is changed to be a memoir and
renamed "Fucking and Punching." So Shameless could have stolen
that title and just called is "Drinking, Fucking & Punching."
There's just a lot of it. Now, I'm actually a big fan of people getting
punched in stories. I think it shows raw human emotion and all that
happy horsehsit, and I suppose drinking goes along with that. The
fucking part is just what apparently happens to people.
So there's Macy and Joan
Cusack, who plays his agoraphobic kind of girlfriend and this
Rossum chick whom I've heard of, but don't think I've seen in
anything since she was a child. Which is creepy, because she's naked
in practically every episode (not because she doesn't look good--cuz
she does--but the whole child actor getting nude thing is a little
weird). There are a couple other recognizable character actors in peripheral roles,
but none of the main family folks look familiar to me.
The acting is solid all around, and that's probably what makes the show compelling. That, and they've managed to make each of the characters recognizable on his/her own and built their personalities well. It's a series that takes a little while to build, and certainly takes some jaw-dropping turns just in its first season, but the writers have managed to create enough mystery and conflict to make it a pretty damn good watch. They've also done a decent job of building plotlines and development that opens a whole universe of possibilities ahead of them should Showtime renew the series for a few years. So, assuming I decide to keep Showtime and my completely insane cable bill another year, I guess I'll be reporting back on what will most likely end up being a lackluster year two (because it just usually is). Or, if I decide to chuck it, I'll be reporting back in three years after I've streamed year two on the Roku.
So this happened.
Yes, my buddy invited me to a lovely screening of the movie Thor.
He being an employee not of the folks throwing the screening, Acura,
but another entity tied in a roundabout way to the production, I think
neither of us knew what to expect. Not from the movie of course. That
was pretty evident. Lots of very loud fight scenes, not much in the
way of acting (though looking at Natalie Portman and Kat Daniels for
a couple hours was nice) and some completely unnecessary 3D. I mean
the after party to which we were invited. Would we get an Integra
in our schwag bag? Could we count the number of ping-pong balls in
a jar to win our very own dealership?
Not quite. We hoofed it down from the Times Square theater to espace
to join a bunch of dudes in what turned out to look pretty much
like an Acura
car showroom with a couple open bars and some oddball set ups. You
could, for instance, watch a dude play the Thor
video game in 3D in a little living room set up, get a tour of
a new Acura somethingorother from a salesmodel or take a wonderful
green screen photo with Thor's image like the one above. More attractive,
but ultimately way more nerdy, was the chance to win a sitting with
an actual Marvel cartoonist (if that's what the dorks call the guys
who draw comic books). He would basically draw whatever Marvel character
you could dream up. I didn't get a chance, but of course I can name
like Spiderman and The Hulk, though I don't even know if the second
one is a Marvel character. We did watch as some douche in a Doom t-shirt
asked the guy to draw some dude who looked like maybe he was one of
the bartenders at the event. But was probably like Mr. Shiz from the
third book of some series that nobody has ever heard of. He was very
proud of the fact he stumped those of us watching the guy draw. Mega-nerd,
There was also this interesting CRM ploy as they tried to capture our info by offering us an I.D. for their fake CIA organization from the movie. They did totally screw up my name somehow (how do you misspell Hipster?) even though I handed them my driver's license, but they did indeed capture some of my info, but not the peritnent stuff like email or cell number. Maybe they'll mail me something? Did it make me want to buy an Acura? Well, after a few free Grey Gooses and a free poster, keychain and hat in the schwag bag (was hoping for an iPad or like a coupon for a six month RDX lease), I was ready to drive one on out.
This was my second time seeing Titus Andronicus. My first was in their
native New Jersey. Maxwell's
in Hoboken to be more specific. The show was rad (I think they
still use that word, right?) This time we took them in at The
Mercury Lounge in NYC as the headliners of a fundraiser for the
Rock Camp for Girls. It was cool on a couple fronts. The first
being that Titus
Andronicus are amazing live, full of energy and good times. The
second was the fact that Ms. Hipster actually went the to the Williie
Mae Rock Camp for Woman back a few years ago, which is like the adult
version of the girls' camp and also benefits that program. Her band
at the camp was called Insomniacs--a nod to classic, uh, band names
of the past. Titus' is a reference to an oddball Shakespeare play.
We skipped the first two opening bands (both alums of the Willie Mae
camp) to grab some grub, but stood to watch Care
Bears on Fire realizing that those garage-rocking girls were completely
young enough to be our kids. Creepy in ways I can't even begin to
explain. And then, about eight feet from where we were standing, Titus
Andronicus took the stage. The Mercury Lounge is far and away my favorite
joint to see shows in NYC. The space is small, the sound is good and
it's super-easy to pop out to the empty bar right outside the performance
space to grab another overpriced beer. Granted, this is the first
show I've seen with "moshing." I put that in quotes only because it
was more like a pack of nerds in plaid kind of gently bumping into
one another with their messenger bags (present company included).
That said, it was still way more manly than the crowd at the Miles
Kurosky and John
Vanderslice shows I saw there the last time couple of times.
Of course they sounded great, of course the banter was more than anyone
could expect and of course, in the ultimate irony, we had to leave
before the show was over (again!) to catch a train home to... New
Jersey. Anyway, go see 'em if you can and you can see the kind of
thing I've posted below. Sorry for the crappy, tiny camera and my
rubbery noodle arms that couldn't hold the miniscule thing for all
nine or so minutes of the song. Go see them if you can. They seem
to lose bassists and drummers every couple of months, so definetly
hit them and hit them hard before they're an electronic duo. And make
sure Amy Klein , the guitarist and sometimes violinist, is in your
siteline, as she could make even a jaded curmudgeon like me smile
like my twelve year old self finding that stack of Playboys in my
friend's poolhouse. Too much information?