September is National Bourbon Heritage Month, celebrating America’s native spirit.  If you’re not a bourbon drinker, here is a primer to help you decide where to start, ranked from best to worst.

1792: Fine-tasting, but you’ll pay for the privilege.  This is a must for the man who knows what he wants and is willing to spend extra for it.

Woodford: Exquisite, and surprisingly light for bourbon.  Not quite the experience that 1792 offers, but more affordable and easier to find.

Knob Creek: Some mash men swear by Knob Creek, but I think it’s overrated (and accordingly, overpriced).  My current theory is that the easy-to-spot label is what makes it so popular in bars, especially the loud ones where your communication with the barkeep is reduced to pointing and gesticulation.

Maker’s Mark: Perhaps the most famous bourbon in America, this bourbon is strictly for cocktails.  Save the better bottles for when you’re looking for a finger of the straight stuff, and use the Maker’s Mark in your Old Fashioned.

Jim Beam Black: Oh, seriously.  Now you’re not even trying.

-Greg

The TARDIS just landed.  I guess it’s Friday?  We’re still getting our bearings.

Anyway, sorry for the shortage of posts.  Time travel and all that.

1. I was a certified kayak instructor for 3 years.
2. I have watched the Cowboy Bebop Movie at least 50 times.
3. I am an Irish twin. But not a biological one.
4. Scrubs in my favorite show.
5. I can touch my tongue to my nose.
6. As an RA, I had my own room in college for 3 years.
7. My first two roles on stage were a cat and a dog. I was 19.
8. Who’s a hugger? This guy!
9. More than half the girls I’ve dated have been red heads.
10. I’m 6’3” tall.
11. My Scottish relatives visited so this is a last minute post.
12. In 2005, I backpacked through New Mexico for 2 weeks.
13. At 14 years of age I ran a sub-five minute mile.
14. I think Harrison Ford should bring back Spaghetti Westerns.
15. I love Photoshopping challenges.
16. Head rubs are my weakness.
17. I’m thinking of a number. It’s usually “seven.”
18. I have gone on a date with someone I met on the internet.
19. Vanilla chai is one of my favorite drinks.

~Andrew

When reading about sports unattractive, less talented, younger sibling once a year isn’t enough.

Gurning: face-pulling championships. Pretty much, make the weirdest face and win. For Workaholic fans, I think Adam has a good shot.

Cheese Rolling: race down a hill and get the cheese first. Only play if you’re willing to break bones and bruise gonads.

Joggling: “We are track and field athletes. The only difference is we have  balls in our hands.” tee hee.

Extreme Ironing: Ever thought, “How can I take something really cool like rock climbing or kayaking and ruin it?” Don’t worry, these people have thought of it for you.

AND THIS:

I’m not quite sure what this is. All I know is, I want to go to there.

Until next quarter,

Brittany

Absorbing errands are the key, James said,

For stationing joy’s locus in the heart.

Can this be mere distraction from dark dread,

Or does achievement play some honest part

In happiness?  Old Ockham took a blade

To spoiled woods, and hacking down the old

And rotten trees cut clear a path to aid

Us in our listening, when truth is told.

Thus errands, roads, and woods do journeys make.

A journey’s in the walking, not the end

Nor at the start.  A million middles take

Us cyclically along the best bound bend.

Though every generation might refuse,

Out best laid labors lie in our use.

-Greg

There’s heavy-hanging heft in that word: desk.

A stable, steady stone not on the pate

But nonetheless oppressive in its weight

That in not touching’s all the more grotesque.

It crouches not unlike an obelisk

Upon a grave.  But who has died? First mate,

Fond friend, free will is buried here, his wait

For heav’n criminally Kafkaesque.

Yet on the wall, sans church bells, hangs the clock

Which yet portends the clement close of day.

No chimes will ring when all the proles disband,

But music will be made by feet that walk

Without a maestro’s guide. Tonight, men say,

“For now, I’m mine, and I won’t sit. I’ll stand.”

-Greg

As in more than usual.  Consider yourself warned.

This October will be my third year attending New York Comic Con (NYCC) and I have decided to participate in one of the biggest traditions of Comic Conventions.

I am cosplaying.

For those who don’t know, it basically means dressing up as a character from a comic, novel, movie, video game, etc. Expect it is often taken much MUCH more seriously then any Halloween costume.

I will be cosplaying as the Doctor. (“Doctor Who?”) Exactly! THE Doctor from the British Sci-Fi series “Doctor Who.” More specifically, his current incarnation played by Matt Smith.

Yes a bow tie. Bow ties are cool.

If you need more proof, check out how the Doctor holds his cool in Ancient Rome when every evil alien he has every fought in all of time and space wants what he is guarding.

I have already started assembling pieces and my hair has been growing out since May. I will post updates as I find more parts of the outfit and I will be sure to post photos of the finished product.

Geronimo!

~Andrew