Bad Time to Quit Drinking

Oh for the days of the SOTU drinking games (Rachel Maddow always comes up with a good one). Dubya's "nukular" fetish was always good for a shit load of shots. Ten weeks ago, I decided to quit drinking for a number of reasons, and haven't regretted it til tonight. I coulda gotten a lot of mileage out of, "surge" and "offshore drilling," but surprisingly not so much out of either "my friends" and "tax cuts."

All of that aside though, I coulda gotten mega-mileage out of the chances Obama left on the table. WHYYYYYYY didn't Obama nail McShame to the fucking wall on his votes Against funds for veterans. He kept saying to look at his record, that it spoke for itself, well that record alone should be more than enough to blow the fucking myth of McCain the Hero out of the water and to the moon. Not every vet can come home and marry a fucking adulterous beer baroness. Some vets need some of the benefits he has repeatedly denied them.

McCain the defender of the vets is a

FUCKING LIE !!!

John McCain is NOTHING but a god damned fraud.

Obama gives a hell of a speech, but he was sorely lacking in this debate. Not nailing the vet issue, not nailing the torture/water boarding issue, and repeatedly telling everyone when he thought McCain was right... I'd be well beyond shit faced if I'da been drinking. I coulda put away two if not three bottles of wine, just by sipping; not chugging.

I should work on a "Sober Game" for the VP debate coming up. I don't know; for every lie of Palin's take a blanket to a Nickelsville, or a can of soup or stew to a food bank. anyway..

Night night
Sleep tight
Don't let refuckyoucans bite

Pants... Yeah... Right

Wine's gone.

Puppy's here.

Cute little sumbitch though.

After all this...

Solid food would be good.

NY steaks. Yummmm

Live Wine and Puppy Blogging

No you pervs... the puppy doesn't get the action end of the bottle. Shhheeeeesh!!!

The wife just got off the phone -- no she's still talking to a breeder. We got a mini Dachshund not long ago, and she's got the wild hair that she wants to breed her. OK. I can live with that. Selling pups could be cold, but she doesn't just want to breed her, she wants to buy a male. Fuck...

We've got my Lab-Rott mix, the Dach, a cat, Ms Thing's two cats, who are fucking terrrrrorrrrs, much like her spawn, the grand-monster. No wonder I'm into the wine. Speaking of which...

I found a nice one from Chile: Calina, Reserva, 2006, Carmenera. MMmmmm... I'm new to the wine scene, so pardon me if my nomenclature is improper. In other words, fuck you, snooty. :-) What we have is a red, with a slightly smoky taste. I found it last Friday. On sale, so there were about 5 or 6 cases all stacked up. About $7/bottle; easyyyyy on the wallet. I went back today, and I got the last two fucking bottles on the floor. Shit's been fleyeing off the shelves. Not the case for their Cab or Merlot. Makes me go "Hmmmmmm?"

Gooooood wine though. Pretty soon I'll be back to writing in my usual nincompoopic style.