Man Fired for Drinking Bud Light

A man was fired from a Miller distributer when his picture wound up in the paper. He was drinking a Bud Light.

RACINE, Wis. — The battle of the beers took a new twist in Racine this week when a Miller beer distributor fired an employee whose picture was in the paper. He was drinking a Bud Light. Competition between Miller Brewing and Budweiser has never been hotter, according to affiliate station WISN 12 News in Milwaukee. Anheuser-Busch may have three times the market share of Miller, but Miller is the hometown brew. “This is what happens when you drink a great beer,” former C.J.W. employee Isac Aguero said. Read more

Repost: The American Dream Makes You Alone

As quoted from Chuck Palahniuk in Stranger than Fiction

If you haven’t already noticed, all my books are about a lonely person looking for some way to connect with other people.

In a way, that is the opposite of the American Dream: to get so rich you can rise above the rabble, all those people on the freeway or, worse, the bus. No, the dream is a big house, off alone somewhere. A penthouse, like Howard Hughes. Or a mountaintop castle, like William Randolph Hearst. Some lovely isolated nest were you can invite only the rabble you like. An environment you can control, free from conflict and pain. Where you rule.

Whether it’s a ranch in Montana or a basement apartment with ten thousand DVDs and high-speed Internet access, it never fails. We get there, and we’re alone. And we’re lonely.

After we’re miserable enough– like the narrator in his Fight Club condo, or the narrator isolated by her own beatiful face in Invisible Monsters– we destroy our lovely nest and force ourselves back into the larger world.

Busy Weekend

I’ve got a busy weekend. I have three papers to write. One for THE 101, one for HST 551, and one for HST 330. I’m hoping to get one done each day. If anyone wants to do them for me, I’d appreciate it.

Random Update

Well, two days have passed and I have not had any guys on pcp trying to get into my house. That’s a good sign, I guess.

I met the class I will have to teach today in my practicum. They are a wild bunch. The teacher couldn’t even keep total control of them. I hop my evaluator will take this into consideration when he evaluates me.

I really need to start working on my Hot to Def: The Rise of Def Jam Records in the 1980’s-90’s paper, but I also have to write a paper for my French Revolution class, and study for my Business and Society test. Busy week for me.

My Superbowl Story

First, let me describe my house. I live in what used to be a duplex. It still has that little “lobby” area between two sides of house. I hear the screen door open to the lobby area and figure its our new roomate or something (who is supposed to be out of town). then i hear the doorknob jiggle and someone trying to get in. Now, i’m home alone as all my roomates went home for the superbowl. i hear someone talking (as if on a cell-phone). I unlock and open the door expecting a drunk super bowl party-goer showing up at the wrong house. I live a block away from campus, so i drunk party-goers show up at our house by mistake all the time. I open the door just enough so that my entire body blocks the opening. I’m a pretty big guy. standing there talking to himself is some dude gone on PCP. he has no shoes on and is mumbling something about a blood room. then he asks if i have a couch that he could sleep on.

i tell him, no go away. i close the door and lock it. I hear the screen door open, but i know he hasn’t left. just pretended to. I go upstairs to my room to put some shoes on and sneak out the back door with a steel pipe. as i’m walking to the front of my house, i don’t see the guy anywhere, thinking he’s still in the lobby area of my house. just as i get to the front, a cop car shows up. he flashes his spotlight at me, but then drives down the street. i go to where the cop stopped and he was talking to the people living 2 houses down from me. they called the cops because the same dude tried to get into their house. apparently he was going up the street trying to get into every house. the cop and i walk towards my house and the dude is standing 1 house away from mine. the cop stops him, searches him and talks with him a while. another cop car comes and they talk for a while. an ambulance finally shows up and takes the dude away.

not that great of a story, no fights or anything. but a dude on pcp trying to get into your house when you are home alone is pretty weird. that’s one for the books, so they say.