Catch-up time is here. My picks for the Oscars last week were great and astounding.
At least, maybe they were. Were they? Hit the jump to see if I’m still Nostradamus or more Andy Katzenmoyer. Continue reading MasterChugs Theater: Catch-Up 2013
Month: February 2013
Duke University sells out humanity
In one fell swoop, our war against animals grew exponentially. A war on one front? Try a war against three (potentially united) enemies now.
Beer continues to fight cancer
Next time you raise a pint, raise one for Todd Ruggere of Massachusetts.
Ruggere is making his way across the Massachusetts, and his goal is to drink a Samuel Adams beer in every single town in the Bay State. Why is he doing this? If you’re asking that question, you’re almost certainly not a regular reader of this blog. He’s doing it not just for love of beer, but to raise money for Dana Farber and the Jimmy Fund, for children’s cancer research.
He has one beer in a different bar every day. We’re not going to criticize, but if The Guys were going to try a similar fundraiser, we’d drink a beer at every bar in town, doing one town a day.
Take it from Snee: Keep calm and drink
Something is amiss in the United Kingdom. University College London researchers tried to reconcile alcohol sales with the amounts people claimed to drink in surveys, but the numbers just don’t match up. Nearly half of all booze sold in the U.K. is unaccounted for.
So, where did it go? A lesser writer might just chalk this up to people under-reporting what they drink, what business is it of yours, jack? And it makes some sense — anyone who’s ever been asked by a professor how much they’ve had to drink is more likely to low-ball that figure.
But, that still wouldn’t add up to twice as much booze sold as drunk. What the hell is going on in Merry Olde England? Let’s just say I have a few ideas … Continue reading Take it from Snee: Keep calm and drink
Say it ain’t sober
For the record, The Guys are Miller Men, secondly, two California locals are suing now European based beer brewer Anheuser-Busch for allegedly watering down a few brands.
As if Budweiser needed help tasting bad.
In space, no one can hear you scream about roaming charges
Researchers from the University of Surrey launched a smartphone into orbit from India. They will then test the theory presented in the May 1979 issue of renown science journal, Poster for Alien, by Dr. Marketing Writer that “in space, no one can hear you scream.”
They’re using a smart phone application that was custom-designed by the Cambridge University Space Flight and is cryptically called the Scream in Space app. (Neither school has confirmed whether ice cream is involved.) When activated, it will play several pre-recorded screams, and then check to see if the phone’s receiver “hears” it.
Not only is this a landmark case for testing movie theories, but it will also be the first use of the voice feature on a smartphone since 2005.
Food so good it’ll make you eat a can
Yes, yes, yes, we are more than aware of the controversy regarding horse meat that’s gone global. But trust us on this, entitled Americans and Europeans: it could be worse. It could be so much worse.
It could be water buffalo meat, donkey meat and goat meat. According to professors at Stellenbosch University, meat from all three categories was found in South African ground beef, sausages and burgers. Yum.
The specific section of the donkey where meat from it was taken not identified, but we’ll guess that it came from the butt. Yes, that means ass ass meat was found in the food. Mmmm-mmmm.
Furiouser and furiouser
It may be called the happiest place on Earth, but don’t cross the white rabbit.
In California, a dad was on a trip with his two teenage daughters in Disneyland, when they decided to have a bit of fun. One girl walked up behind the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland and pulled on his tail. Then, for sport, the other daughter did the same thing. This was all done while the dad was recording it.
That’s when the white rabbit snapped, grabbing her by the arm and neck, and when her sister protested, he said, “Don’t even start your s&%$ with me.”
You don’t want to mess with the dude. He’s late for a very important date.
Eat My Sports: Cautiously optimistic
Last year I called fellow Guy and Red Sox enthusiast, Bryan McBournie in the middle of February. Normally I take on the reporting of pitchers and catchers as the return of baeball, and the kickoff of eight months of Red Sox games. This time, I didn’t care. I actually called my shot in December of 2011, after the Red Sox hired Bobby Valentine, and said it would be a disaster, but when I called McBournie I said “I don’t even want to watch a single game this year, it’s going to be bad dude, really bad.” It was then noted that this was the earliest I had ever given up on the Red Sox, and regrettably, I was right.
After the fried chicken and beer incident coupled with the worst September collapse in baseball history, the Sox could only do one thing to make things worse, hire Valentine. So, to prolong the misery, and remind Sox’ fans of what being a self-loathing baseball fan means, ownership brought in the one guy that could make things worse, traded off the guy we spent three years trying to acquire (Adrian Gonzalez), ran off or home grown All-Star and pissed him off enough to sign with our hated rival (Kevin Youkilis) and dumped the one pitcher on the roster that could still deliver a above-90mph fastball (Josh Beckett). So why watch? I couldn’t, every day I would recap our latest daily disaster on ESPN.com and just hoped that the season would end, the Yankees wouldn’t win and somehow Alex Rodriguez would get busted for something. Consider my 2012 season as a baseball fan 3-3 on that account. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Cautiously optimistic
We’ll be holy see-ing you
This Wednesday marks Pope Benedict XVI’s last day on the job. The Guys are taking this a little personally, especially when you consider that we never expected to cover a pontiff’s entire term on a Web site.
But, we’re not the only ones experiencing loss. The outgoing Pope will lose his house, Latin decoder ring, fancy red shoes and his current title. He will, however, become our Pope Emeritus, which in a patriarchal faith like Catholicism means that we’ll have a new Pope and our old Pope that we have to spend every other weekend with at his new, less furnished apartment. (This is why Catholicism frowns on divorce and living ex-popes.)
The important thing here is to not think of this as the end, but as a new beginning. Plus: dude, two Christmases!
Take a stroll down memory lane with the four biggest Benedictheads: Continue reading We’ll be holy see-ing you