beer goggles for your gmail.

oh yeah, it's just what it looks like. found via techcrunch on behalf of gmail blog, it seems as though the company really wants to ahem--step up to the plate--and give you that friendly, buddy-to-buddy pat on the shoulder we sometimes need.

you know, for when that tiny voice in your head saying "maybe this can wait till morning" or "proofread?! at least proof--" just gets drowned the hell out by overwhelming streams of alcohol-induced emotion.

personally i think this would be better served on Facebook or Myspace. i'm less inclined to be stalking--i mean, checking up on--people in my gmail. what kind of trouble can i really get into there?

anyway. beside the point. kickback it's getting is that most people are saying they can do this sort of math drunk (and that if it's any more complex they couldn't do it sober--here here!)--that it should have other sorts of questions as well. that may be true, but then you get into SAT cultural type issues and no emails ever get sent after 8pm or on weekends. haha.

i think the value in this isn't so much the math question as a--SOBER--voice outside your own head, the calm logic of binary digital happiness, says "hey, uh, maybe you shouldn't be sending that right now?" that's the subliminal message being sent by those math problems, not whether you can count to 11. and that 1 step between you and send--even if it's a step making you run for the calculator--may save lives.

or at least a considerable amount of drama.

[disclosure: i have never sent a drunken text/tweet/mail/etc that i've regretted. partially cos i don't do most anything that i regret. partially cos most anything i'd do drunk i'd do just as easily sober. and also partially because when i'm drunk i'm social and nowhere near any technology that would support mail goggles. haha.]

gone skirtchasing.

if you're reading this, it's after 5 and i'm free; and if by skirtchasing, you mean going to New Jersey to lie on the beach, get in touch with my second favourite cat (maika, shown here), spend quality time with miss am&a of @reverieapparel, trek manhattan, and steal some much needed summer vacation time before the sun wanes.

i will not be blogging until monday because i will not be near a computer. so there. instead, i will be near, in order:

--a lot of alcohol
--loud music
--the numbers 2686

and that's just tonight. i'll let your curiousity get the best of you.
i was going to help you out by leaving you with an inspired muxtape, but we can all see how well that's going over lately. kisses! will think of you while imbibing.

in case you're curious, i will probably imbibe, at some point:
magic hat 9. blue moon. guinness black&tan. white zin. pinot noir. disaronno. soco. sambuca. ketel 1. [i'd say reyka but who knows who'll have it.] any holla backs?

i'm on my feet i'm on the floor i'm good to go.
all i need is just to hear a song i know.
i want to always feel like part of this was mine.

small town bar supports stumbling home.

drink, don't drive.

negative points for one of my fave beers.

i only like a hand full of beers. here. i'll list them for you:
magic hat 9. blue moon. yuengling. guinness. corona. sapporo (w/sake). newcastle.
...yeah, i think that's it. (take note if you ever want to buy me one.)

unfortunately, america's oldest brewery apparently sucks at life. or at least at PR. in short, it will have me hesitant next time i have to decide between a blue moon and a yuengling, which is a hard choice i frequently have to make.

at length, apparently there was a truck "posing" as a yuengling deliverer; the truck did some hasty Manhattan driving maneuvers, resulting in a brawl of epic proportions. alright, i lie. a small spat in which this poor lad winds up punched and deemed a faggot (which, to say the least, makes Riot cranky).

yuengling then begged off, stating it wasn't one of their drivers, and no, they couldn't give any further information so that Brad could notify whomever company the employee did belong to. at the very least, this is a case for some hands-on twitter love that their PR folks should get on. at best, i'm filing this under a hardcore "wtf?"

talk about not much to work with.

you do the best with what you've got.

it's a phrase you hear a lot, but is hard to really wrap your head around--really get at the heart of what that means. yesterday, when i was roaming various towns on Long Island, i found a place that was inspiring: Down the Rabbit Hole Wine Boutique. they were doing exactly that.

when i first walked past the storefront, that was what happened: i walked past it. but something made me pause. it could be the "Human Tasting" sign in the front with an arrow inside, or it could have been the word "wine." i'll leave the discerning to you. i walked in; the place was not 5 feet wide. it narrowed the farther in you went. it was, literally, a hole in the wall.

as prime property--main street in Sayville--it was too good to pass up, especially right next to the renowned Sayville Chocolatier (which was why i was there in the first place). but how to make it work? the proprietors ran with what they had, literally. keeping the concept of a hole in the wall that narrows as you go, the wine shoppe took on an Alice in Wonderland theme.

"Drink Me" pointed to the daily wine tasting on the counter. the right hand wall shelved all the wines, including Guilty and Innocent (the only place on the island to sell those, by the way!), grouped by prevailing flavour: Fruity [white rabbit], Flowery [madhatter], Earthy [caterpillar], Spicy [queen of hearts], and Sparkling [cheshire cat] with paintings above each section of the respective character.

there's more fun to be had there, so if you're ever in Sayville, check it out. in the meanwhile, take a lesson: sometimes working with what little you've got could be the best thing to set you apart.

i got a fever and the only prescription is more cowbell!

...or more geetar, baby, yeah. need a way to liven up your party? these are ridiculous. ridiculously fun. i got turned on when a random package from Amazon showed up on my doorstep. turned out my friend Lissa felt the need to make my kitchen amusing. or at least my alcohol. package your ice and start a conversation.

the "cool jazz" set not your thing? not Lissa's, either. she sent me the bling bling. because i'm a scene queen like that. it's really cool--they're rubber molds you fill with water and pop out. very easy. i think it'd be awesome to walk into a bar and have them serve you with odd mini ice sculptures. i'm thinking Absolut should capitalize (and i don't even like Absolut).

other floating fun includes the pirate edition, gin & titonic (watch out for the iceberg!), and the really super awkward dentures (i don't get it, either). they also do stirrers in stars and fruit. but if you're really boring, or just looking for more straight-up fun, they also sell ice shotglasses.

all courtesy of worldwidefred.com

badass, more badass, and badasser.

badass: Recount - showing us how badly we effed up since '00. it dares you to recast your presidential vote. if you can. (cue badass music)

more badass: Stoli Hotel - helping you forget to remember anything at all. it's a traveling circus, only with beds. the only way it could be better is if it weren't stoli. but hey, i already admitted i'm a vodka snob.

badasser: Beating Card - bringing you fight club in the safety of your interwebs. check out toad all decked out in black and blues. sexy, i tell you. heh.

and a parting gift, for those of us who have a slightly different definition of badass:
intellectual badassness: Inner Daemon - in His Dark Materials spirit, you can figure out what your inner daemon is. i've got a snow leopard. @dailybiz has some nice toucan plumage.