Day: September 30, 2013

When I was a year or so out of college, I got the news that one of my friends had gotten engaged. My world changed that minute. Suddenly, I didn’t live in a world where everyone just dated and fought and broke up. Some of these people began planning for something bigger than the coming weekend. I could never look at relationships, be they mine or someone else’s, in the same terms ever again.

An older coworker told me that it was the beginning of something more significant. She foretold that marriage would sweep through my group of college friends like a plague. She may not have used that exact simile, but her point was that it would happen in rapid succession at some point. For the most part, she was right. Before I got engaged earlier this year (stop clapping, I can’t hear it), I was one of the last single holdouts.

I’ve just completed week two or four weddings in four weeks. I’ve noticed a lot of similarities. I realize this makes me the only blogger today not talking about the finale of Breaking Bad. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: This is not about ‘Breaking Bad’

It turns out that the perfect pour is a matter of perspective. A new study published in the journal Substance Use and Misuse — so, somewhat biased — shows evidence that the size of the glass, color of the beverage and whether it’s on a table or held aloft will impact how much the average pourer will fill it.

What was not taken into account was how threatening the pouree looked until they said “when.” We’re just sayin’: we don’t know who you are or what you want, but Liam Neeson will tell you when you’ve poured enough of the bottle into his drink.

Hey, universities in Wisconsin: do you need a new bus for your football team because your last one blew up? First, we should REALLY talk about your bus blowing up, because frankly, that’s super duper weird. Second, just contact the Green Bay Packers about it. They’ll take care of the situation alllllll by themselves.

Mind you, they won’t replace the bus itself. Instead, they’ll give you some goodwill game clothing. While it’s labeled as gently used, you probably would rather have gently used game clothing from the Giants (a lack of points can mean pretty primo stuff). As for the bus, you’re on your own. The city of Green Bay can’t afford to replace that stuff unless it’s made entirely out of cheese.

It’s inevitable, wherever man goes, beer is destined to follow. For example, the pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock in what is now Massachusetts because the Mayflower was running low on beer. So, as humanity expands its presence in space, we take our brew with us.

We’ve told you about beer brewed with grains that went into space, and that beer is being designed for enjoyment by space tourists. Now, there’s a beer brewed with moon dust. Dogfish Head worked with the company that makes NASA’s space suits to procure some moon dust, which they have made a small batch ale.

Celeste-jewel-ale is available for a limited time at the Dogfish Head brewpub in Delaware. Can we get someone to send a case up to the International Space Station?