It's really hot here today; after a few days of near-rain and cooler temps, it's back to the standard Panhandle summer heat.
I sure wanted something cold to drink earlier; I had finished off the single Diet DP in the fridge and was thirsty for something else. I looked in the fridge, but the jug of cold water just didn't appeal to me. That's when I spied the six-pack of Icehouse beer I had bought a month or two ago. "Probably ain't any good." I thought to myself as I grabbed a bottle and opened it up. I sniffed of it - smelled OK, then took a small sip, ready to spit it out if it tasted "skunky".
Nope, tasted darned good!
I'm on my third one and am starting to slosh a little bit. ("slosh" means to feel it) It's got 5.5% alcohol weight by volume, a little more than regular beers. (Bud has 5%) It's certainly enough for me to feel it, though. I've always been a fairly cheap drunk.
I checked other beer's alcohol content and while doing so, found out that "Icehoused" is a new urban term. The "G" rating of this blog prohibits me from defining it or linking to the sites, but trust me, it basically means "drunk".
Won't be long, maybe with one more beer, that I'll start getting hungry. I've always been that way. I'll certainly need to not drink so much that I can't operate a can opener. Funny how a can of pork 'n beans tastes so good sometimes. If I drink much more than I have already, I'll have trouble sleeping.
Yeah, better close this post out or I'll be guilty of "PWI" - posting while intoxicated. The good thing about getting drunk is that I get so much more clever and witty and oh-so-much more handsome.
Upsate...er..Uplate...uh...Update: I'm just about to go get the sixth one. I put it in my freezer so it will be very cold. I've knocked off five soldiers already, fixin' to put the last one to rest. I'm gettin' a hankerin' for those pork 'n beans. No beans yet, but I want to dedicate the following tune to all the other drunk sods. Thank goodness I'm already home.
Liking your own Facebook posts is like giving yourself a high five in public.
- Conan O'Brien
I saw this quote as the rebuttal to someone on a totally unrelated subject. Others chimed in , saying it was lame, stupid, etc. I didn't see one reply in support.
It made me Google "liking your own Facebook posts" and there were millions of mentions about it (18.1 million), but this one stood out as one of the few in defense of the practice: Should you like your own Facebook posts? As is almost always the case, some people had to chime in with their own and insulting opinions.
To be honest, it's not a big deal as far as I'm concerned but I do wonder why people do it.
The reason I bring this up is because I accidentally liked one of my own posts earlier and quickly unliked it before anyone could notice. Maybe it's a bigger deal to me than I'm admitting. It just seems like it's....not sure of the word or phrase I want to use...maybe "self-promoting"? I wouldn't dream of mentioning it on my own wall and especially not on someone else's wall who does it, though.
I've seen several of my Facebook friends like their own posts and it's always struck me as odd. One friend does it all the time, but she can't be bothered to like even one of my own posts. THAT does bother me. She's the one who sent the friendship request. What's the use of having Facebook friends if you don't interact with them? Other friends like nearly every one of my posts and I appreciate it; at least it lets me know they've read them. The same ones always like my replies to their posts and that lets me know they appreciate ME reading THEIR posts. Seriously, it doesn't take much effort to click the "like" button.
I've been culling my Facebook friends list because if they don't care about my posts, then why should I care about theirs? I'm not being dramatic here; it's just that there are reasons I spend time online: one is to learn - the news, recipes, subjects that interest me, etc. Another is to be entertained - the learning could be lumped in with that, because I enjoy finding out things I didn't know. Last, but not least, I love the 'net because it allows me to keep up with friends and family members. It's almost a Catch-22 thing with that, though. If they don't care enough to keep up with me, why should I care about keeping up with them?
