To my count, at least seven different characters in the Mass Effect universe promise to buy Shepard drinks once “this is all over.” As you can see, the thought of free booze pleases Commander Shepard, greatly. All he has to do is rid the galaxy of the Reaper Invasion threat, and it’s party time!
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
When the fans were chanting for Brock Lesnar fifteen minutes before he was supposed to “shock the world” with his return, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in John Cena’s head, since he was the guy in the ring trying to cut a promo, but being drowned out by the Lesnar chants. Also, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in the minds of WWE upper management and Vince McMahon at what was transpiring before their very eyes and ears – every single person in an arena, completely already in the know of what was probably carefully prepared, scripted and planned to be a big surprise. I wonder if someone got fired as a result, or even more meta, this was all perhaps an even bigger elaborate ruse! But I kind of doubt it.
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Over the last few months, I’ve been watching a lot Boy Meets World reruns. It’s on in the mornings in that time I’m preparing for the day and eating breakfast, and those few minutes before I leave for work. It was a show I enjoyed a lot while growing up, when it occupied the 9:00 p.m. slot of TGIF, and it’s admittedly a trip down memory lane, watching it on most weekday mornings.
But watching it through my old-as-shit grownup eyes now, it’s so obvious of what the dynamic of the show really was. It was never so much of the life and development of the main character, Cory Matthews through his own actions, as much as it was Cory and everyone else learning, living and understanding life by means of best friend Shawn Hunter’s constant fuckups. Pretty much all of the adversity of the Cory character stems from girls and school. All other conflicts throughout the series are funneled through Shawn’s character, and it’s up to Cory, his family and Mr. Feeny to guide him through all these life’s roadblocks, and where they can all learn and grown through his parade of failure.
And there’s no better way to celebrate my 30th birthday than to go eat horribly unhealthy food and drink a lot of beer. For months I’ve walked past Cypress Street Pint & Plate, and been curious to try them out. A birthday gathering seemed like an appropriate enough reason to move forward with it.
I knew when I saw it on the menu that there was no other option – Sublime Burger. Sublime is an excellent doughnut shop local to Atlanta, and like the namesake implies, this was a half-pound burger with two Sublime doughnuts as the buns. Some might find the idea of sweet buns off-putting, but I had high hopes. And were they ever met, because it was an absolutely fantastic burger in the end. Only slightly sweet, and the burger itself was juicy and flavorful. It obviously had to be a half-pound pre-cooked, because I made that thing disappear like it was the size of a McDonald’s hamburger.
But anyway, thanks to everyone who took the time to text me, call me, IM me or email me well wishes for my birthday. It is genuinely appreciated. And special thanks to those of my friends who came out to Cypress St. with me to partake in beer and unhealthy food with me. Your company is a better gift than any tangible effects.
Anyway, a few photos were taken.
But for what it’s worth, goodbye, twenties.
Whenever I buy something for someone off of their registries, and the retailer always has a few lines to fill out for the complimentary card note, I never really quite know what to write. For the amount of space that these cards give you, it’s not like I can be thorough with my words of encouragement and congratulation, really leaving me to write something boring and unoriginal.
But in the case of my friends Carolyn and Joe, there’s no such trepidation. They already know how I feel about them, so there’s no need to put some corny congratulatory lines, when a classic wrestling quote would be more than sufficient.
Because when the day is over, very little is really better than having a good laugh, sometimes.
There’s nobody I look forward to seeing more when watching WWE right now than Daniel Bryan. Which in itself is really ironic, considering a year ago, I didn’t really like the guy at all. He was a boring U.S. Champion, and I wasn’t the least bit bothered when his match was cut from the Wrestlemania card last year.
All it took was a heel turn and belief in the word “YES,” to make the mega-superstar we have today.
I don’t know whose idea it was for him to focus his character around the word YES, but it’s incredible how forcing it in peoples’ faces at first ended up turning it into the biggest chant since “GOLDBERG” or Steve Austin’s “WHAT.” Admittedly, at first, I still didn’t care about the character when he won the WCW title, but the further Bryan embraced the heel turn, the more entertaining the YESes became. When a barely conscious Daniel Bryan started chanting YES while on his back, after winning a match by a cheap disqualification, I officially became a Daniel Bryan fan.
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