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In the immortal words of Peter Griffin, how freakin’ sweet is that?

About time…

House Speaker Glenn Richardson vowed Friday to push legislation to legalize Sunday sales of alcohol in stores.

That’s great, but what about the governor?

And if Governor Sonny Perdue vetoes the bill, Richardson (R-Hiram) promised to override the governor’s action when the Legislature returns in January.

Full article on AJC.com.

This picture depicts a moose, dripping in chocolate, with a caption of “Chocolate Mousse.” Now, for a little back story.

My company is in a different building now than where we were when I started. This picture was one of many hanging in the office but it wasn’t exactly in a place where everyone could see it. Where would one hang a picture of something covered in a brown goo? Yep, it was hanging prominently on the wall inside one of the men’s crappers.

When we moved offices, I was adamant this picture must come with. The president of our company wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of this picture, and all its history, being hung amongst all the fancy artwork in our new digs. So, where is it now? Hanging on my cube wall. Fitting.

I went to the Masquerade this Saturday to show support for a good friend’s younger brother’s band, Skank Juice. It was their first on stage appearance and for a bunch of teenagers, they did fairly well. The lead singer, a female with a mullet and bangs (she’s groundbreaking), needs the most work… like remembering the lines to their songs. It helps.

The band which preceded Skank Juice was called Sound on Film. They rocked. It’s rare for me to be really turned on by a band when the first time I hear them is live, but SoF totally broke that streak. I’m no music reviewer by any stretch but I really like the way the band pulled in a variety of different sounds to their music. From bells to a xylophone, they really mixed it up. I was fortunate enough to meet the band after the show and Max, lead guitar and vocals and apparent front man, gave me a few free passes to their show March 18th at Smiths Olde Bar. I’ll definitely be going. If anyone wants to tag along on a Tuesday night, let me know.

You can check out a couple of their songs on their MySpace page: Sound on Film

In other news, after the show I went out with a bunch of friends. The bar the ladies wanted to go to (MJQs) was not open so we went to the bar next door. It was a gay bar. Oops. A gay guy hit on me. It made me feel good. I nearly busted a gut laughing when he tapped me on the nose with his finger and said, “You. Are. Too. Cute.” Cracked my shit up.

After playing flag football the other day, I decided I needed to get out and do more shit like that. One of the neighbs suggested we join a kickball team. I suggested we start our own. After begging and pleading with people who for some reason or another voluntarily hang out with me (some call these people friends), the Natural Born Kickers was born.

I’m pretty excited about this and can’t wait for the first game. Speaking of which, games will be played on Sundays from 2p-5p starting March 30th. The season is 10 weeks and division champions or something get an invitation to Las Vegas for the Founders Cup. I seriously doubt NBK will make it that far. We’re all probably better drinkers than we are ball kickers.

Anyways, registration ends today and we currently have 14 players (only need 11) but would love to have any others join if they would like. So, if you’re reading this in time and would like to join, registration costs $63 and can be done at kickball.com. Join the GA Lightening Division and select Natural Born Killers as your team.

Team names thrown out:
Amber Alerts (my personal fav)
David and the Ball Kickers (neighbors personal fav)
Kickle Me Elmo (Coworkers personal fav)
Sir Kicksalot
Serial Kickers
Hooray for Boobies
Intergalactic Fingrebang (the initial front runner)
Kickaholics (name I came up with after the team name was decided)

More posts regarding this to follow I’m sure.

Last night I went to the Yelp meetup at Marlow’s Tavern in Midtown. I started Yelping before Yelp was technically “in Atlanta.” I haven’t reviewed anything really since then but after last night, I really have the urge to get back into it. There was a huge turnout and the people I met all seemed pretty cool. I like how they are trying to build an IRL community for the reviewers. It really differentiates them from the other reviewing sites.

In fact, a certain Atlanta blogger is like a rockstar in the Yelp community. Everyone was so excited to meet her. I had a somewhat brush with my own stardom as well. I mentioned my review of all the major strip clubs in Atlanta and was recognized as “David B, the guy who reviewed The Clermont Lounge.” That was cool. I’ve always wanted to be famous.

I look forward to getting back into Yelping and the next Yelp meetup. If you have not already, check out the site and my now famous review of Atlanta’s finest strip clubs, aptly titled, Where the Boobies ATL?

I was invited to play flag football with a coworker and some of his friends this past Saturday. To my surprise, I actually showed up. I’m glad I did. It was a lot of fun. I scored the first TD of the game, got my second later on, and had the most “tackles” (I’m good and grabbing onto long dangly things) of the game. Of course, there is not a square inch of my body which does not hurt now but that’s to be expected when you’re a lazy slob such as myself. I’m hoping this will become more of a regular thing. I feel like it was good for me.

That is all.

TiVo suggested I watch The Lost Boys. It was a good suggestion as I was a big fan of the movie back in the day. As I watched, I got to thinking in almost vampire movies, the vamps (especially the chick vamps) are hot. I mean like REALLY hot. As in, being the living dead don’t look too bad. Kind of like a Valtrex commercial. Gee, people with herpes are all fit and having fun. I want herpes!

Of course the easy explanation to this is Hollywood likes to cast hot actors and actresses. Fair call. I look at ugly people all day long, no reason to pay $8 to see more ugly people. Regardless of this, I think there is a way more simple answer.

As we all know, to become a vampire you must be bitten my a vampire. Well, that is unless your in Santa Clara in which you only have to drink Kiefer Sutherland’s blood. WTF? Was this a contract negotiation on his part? I imagine the conversation going something like:

KS: “Yeah, I’ll play the badass vampire, but I ain’t biting on some other dude’s neck. Figure something out.”

Producer: “Wow, I didn’t realize you were such a homophobe Mr. Sutherland.”

KS: “No no no… it’s nothing like that. To prove it, I’ll wear dangly earrings and have a big hair mullet!”

Producer: “I think we have a deal.”

Ok, so with the exception of Lost Boys, a vampire bite equals new vampire. Let’s think about this from the vampire’s perspective. Who would you want to bite? Ugly people? Fat people? Hardly. You’re going to bite the hot chicks. How great would it be to be able to only surround yourself with hot ass chicks? That would rule. It’s like Vampire Darwinism at its best. Vampiral Selection. Survival of the hottest. The ugliest of the ugly die. I could totally get behind vampiric logic. Vampirism, if you will.

As an aside, can vampires catch diseases by drinking blood? Vampire: “Ha ha, now you’re a vampire!” Victim: “Ha ha, you have AIDS!”

Happy Sunday bitches. Go to church and ask for forgiveness for reading this.

I went to SweetWater Brewery this past Wednesday. I’ve been several times but this was the first time I actually went on the tour. It was interesting, much shorter and a smaller facility than I had thought. That’s not the point of this post.

I went to the restroom, 6 beers will do that to you. I noticed they have a child’s urinal in the bathroom. That seems a little odd to me in a brewery. How many kids come there? Do they host birthday parties for kids like McDonalds? That would be awesome.

So I voted for Ron Paul. Some will say it’s a wasted vote that means nothing and part of me agrees with them. Another part of me feels that everyone who votes for Paul are sending a message to the Republican party. That message is the new age conservatives care more about independence, liberty and true fiscal conservative policies than we do about which church someone belongs to or who you’re sleeping with. I hope they hear that message but if history is to hold true, they didn’t even notice it.

Okay, so now that I exposed who I voted for, here’s my rationalization for not voting for:

• Romney. He’s a flip-flopper. He’s anti-FairTax. He strongly feels the Constitution needs to be amended to define marriage as being between a man and a woman in order to protect the institution of marriage and provide a mother and father for every child. Now I’m not saying gay-marriage is major issue for me in this election. What I am saying is that anyone who believes the Constitution should be used as a dictionary and feels the government is responsible for guiding your moral compass is a fucking fruit cake who would scare the shit out of me if in office.
• Huckabee. He believes the Bible is a better governing document than the Constitution. The Constitution is not perfect but religion has no place in government. As much as I admire him for doing helping to bring the FairTax into the public eye, I’m so steadfast in my beliefs about religion and politics being separate, that it would be hypocritical for me to cast my vote for him.
• McCain. Not only is he anti-FairTax, he voted against the tax cuts. I don’t care who the tax cuts are for, they are good. Taxes are bad. We should all pay less. Furthermore, he’s a career politician (isn’t ‘change’ the buzzword this election? … isn’t it every election?). Finally, he’s been weak in regards to illegal immigration (although he claims to have changed his tune).

Time to watch the results roll in. Where’s my beer?