The McBournie Minute: How not to suck at beer, running

I run. There, I said it. I don’t marathons or anything, and I try not to brag about my accomplishments. Let’s face it, we’ve all seen one of those “26.2” stickers on a car and given serious thought to plowing into the back of them. I don’t even close to that far on my best day, so I figure I should just keep it to myself.

I was amazed when I first started at how strong a connection there is between the world of beer and running. For example, there’s a thing called the beer mile. A lot of people out there who are otherwise active and healthy people really seem to enjoy getting plastered at the end of a race. Runners will say that they are really into beer because it’s got all the nutrients you need after a long run, but really, it’s because they spend so much on beer that running is the only sport they can afford. I have run in a race almost entirely because there was free beer at the end of it. It was my first race ever.

But there’s more of a connection between beer and running than just working hard and playing hard, they also both encourage judging hard. Here’s how to not do that. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: How not to suck at beer, running

Turtles: the cause of all relationship strife

Florida may seem like the home of stupid people, and while that’s only sort of true (because of Florida police letting reporters know all about dumb crimes due to honesty laws, it’s more a home of stupid people, rather than the home of stupid people), that doesn’t mean the stupid people of the state are any more stupid than those of your state.

That’s not to say they aren’t less gullible and susceptible to the schemes of our reptilian enemies.

Marie Seymour admitted to police that she stabbed her boyfriend. Now, given the past year, we’ve seen a lot of bad domestic situations happening. Maybe there was a good reason why she did so? Was she protecting herself?

Nope, she was protecting her turtle, which she claims the boyfriend threatened. An animal that is easily replaced, much less something that is our wartime enemy. People, remember, defending yourself covers yourself, not that which is trying to kill us.

Booray for Bollywood!

It is a sad day, a black day, for men, as we’ve now lost yet another traditional manly job in the name of political correctness.

After nearly 60 years of being effectively banned from Bollywood — the nickname for India’s impressive movie industry — women are finally being allowed to work as make-up artists in film productions. This comes from their Supreme Court striking down rules in the Cine Costume and Make-up Artist Association bylaws that made it virtually impossible for any woman to become a member.

Honestly, though. If women start doing make-up in Bollywood, what’s next? Women hairdressers?

We have no idea how women who aspire to be make-up artists in Bollywood will celebrate. We just hope that it is gracious, dignified and, most of all, restrained.