Over the years, we have covered a lot of things about drinking. Here is a simple countdown of some of our favorites, so you can drink like the rest of us.
4 Drink Recipes
- The Cucumber Caipiroska
- Simple Wine Jello
- Vodka Nutella Shot
- Classic Mulled Wine
3 Drinking Games
- The Very Mary-Kate Drinking Game
- The Buffy Drinking Game
- The Community Drinking Game
2 Drinking Guides
- Don’t Drink that Box of Wine By Yourself
- Drinking Culture
1 Warning Against Thinking Wine Makes All TV Good
- There isn’t enough wine in the world to make Splash watchable.
Please enjoy any alcoholic beverages responsibly.
I never knew Leviticus
disallowed so many things. Here’s a sample:
- Burning any yeast or honey in offerings to God (2:11)
- Failing to include salt in offerings to God (2:13)
- Eating fat (3:17)
- Eating blood (3:17)
- Failing to testify against any wrongdoing you’ve witnessed (5:1)
- Failing to testify against any wrongdoing you’ve been told about (5:1)
- Touching an unclean animal (5:2)
- Carelessly making an oath (5:4)
- Deceiving a neighbour about something trusted to them (6:2)
- Finding lost property and lying about it (6:3)
The full list of 75.
Even more at “Banned by the Bible” on Tumblr.
Google Plus has allowed me realize the moderate dreams I had of using Path. I credit the redesigned app for this. Do a bunch of random people I vaguely met once comment on my posts? Nope. Is there a strange core group that keeps it an interesting place to take in content and opinions? Yep.
Yet, Google Plus has proved more interesting than Path. I follow many brands and news sites in a Twitter-like fashion. I push a chunk of my posts to the public at large. I can also, however, drill down and only see interesting posts filtered by relation or topic.
Is Google+ a ghost town in comparison to Facebook or Twitter? Yep. Have they managed to continually drive me to interact with people on this site because of the much better signal to noise ratio? Hell yes.
I will admit that this is probably not how Google envisioned G+. They probably thought it was going to go head-to-head with Facebook. It ended up being a strange mix that resembles a media-rich early version of Twitter. The geeks are there. A small cohort of interesting people interact with me there. I like it there.
Some G+ Follow Picks
Here’s a nice group of relatively active, quality Google Plussers to follow. Add them to a circle and enjoy the flowing content.
*A contributor to the very blog you are reading.
A post by Parker recently inspired me to create an action-items list for my social media accounts if I were to become suddenly incapacitated for an extended period of time. So, internet friends, here is what I want to happen if I am incapacitated and my name is printed somewhere that would inspire Google searches.
- Lock down my twitter account.
Make it private. No need to delete my inane posts about stupid things like Smash drinking games, GOP debate drinking games, and awkward party drinking games—just, make them a little less easy to find.
- Delete my main Tumblog and redirect that URL to some charity site.
There are enough links back to my blog to do some good—just not any good for my comatose ass’s reputation.Side note: the #1 post on my blog is a copy and pate job I did in 2008 from the Facebook list of birthdays. Thanks vanity searches!
- Point journalists to my LinkedIn and G+ accounts. Those are leastembarrassing.
Or, point them to my Path account. Basically, I get in trouble when I interact with people. Human interaction brings out the worst in me. These internet waste-lands are either blather about music I listen to and overly filtered photos or blather about the news/TV and comments from Nicki and Ahmaud*.
- Go nuclear with my Facebook account.
I recently reset my Facebook account and it’s already an embarrassing cesspool of Youtube videos and awkward exchanges I thought would be funny at the time.** We would all be better off without Facebook—I just need it to plan trips and events.
*Whenever I read his full name, I get that Mr. Templeton song from 30 Rock stuck in my head.
**Note to self: it’s never funny a week later.