Beers get lighter and lighter...you end up with stuff like MGD 64 that claims 64 calories. But alcohol = calories, so how much is 64 calories worth of alcohol? Thats around 2.8%
So choice is yours...have a nice full tasting beer with about 130 calories and of course 5-6% alcohol...or have two of those ultralight beers...
Of course if your argument is drinkability....why not go for some nice iced water...nothing more drinkable than that....well...maybe a nice full tasting beer too..my drinkability curve is certainly an inverted bell....
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
how the mind works?!
excerpts from a conversation - guess i don't even have to mention the sex of the speaker...
"..i dont like him,
but looks like he likes me a lot
thats why i like him..."
"..i dont like him
but when i look at him i think of his mom
i like his mom a lot
thats why i like him.."
"..i dont like him,
but looks like he likes me a lot
thats why i like him..."
"..i dont like him
but when i look at him i think of his mom
i like his mom a lot
thats why i like him.."
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Invictus
once every few years, this loops in my head...
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Grandma
More "overheard at the airport":
Kid: grandma, what kind of laptop did you have when you were a kid?
Grandma: I did not have one sweety
Kid: why?
Grandma: well, we did not even have a television
Kid: why? Were you poor?
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