It’s been a minute since our last (and first) edition of The Man Basket, for which I’m not going to apologize. Aside from me feeling like a pseudo-skeeve for creating men-focused blogs, I’ve had a hard time finding a guy worthy enough to mention. As soon as I found one who fit the bill, he’d turn out to be a Scientologist … or way too into Chubbies shorts. This time, though, I think we’ve found a solid winner. And surprisingly, another Aaron. It must be all the vowels; who knew they were so subconsciously attractive? Meet Aaron Rodgers, Aaron Rodgers, meet The Man Basket. For anyone living in a football-less hole, he’s also known as quarterback for the Green Bay Packers. Which is pretty much my favorite bay.* This hunky, dark-headed man is a powerhouse on the football field and an even bigger powerhouse when it comes to the ladies. […]
There’s something we need to get out of the way: I like parties. I like fun, barbecues, card games; I like dancing and boozing, snacks, finding New York’s hottest club, and I especially like my friends. Which is why, when said partying takes place – to whatever degree – I appreciate not losing them. Unfortunately, that goal has had various levels of success. Before the days of smartphones – or before the days when we were smart enough to make an actual plan – we regularly lost one another. Mostly never on purpose. But now that we are old and wiser, or at least more versed in our antics, we’ve found almost foolproof ways to keep one another in check. So that, when one of us gets lost, we can locate our missing sheep … and in half the time. To save hours of confusion the next time you and […]
Since I am a huge fan of Harry Potter, I know the World Cup happens only every four years. Like the Olympics. But since I am not a huge fan of soccer – or even a mild fan of soccer – I was well into my 20s before realizing it wasn’t a J.K. Rowling-invented game. Turns out this thing’s been going on for years. In both muggle and wizard forms. In its most recent showing, Germany took home the title of “World’s Best Soccer Players” and Snapchat did not want me to miss out. Seriously, they sent infinite stories of people going nuts for the sport. Though to be fair, that’s also how I found out who was playing in the finals, and who subsequently won. Why? 1) I have the free version of cable – supplemented by Netflix and a Chromecast, which are two of modern day’s best inventions. […]
Before we get started, lets go ahead and get all the “I’m not a cat person” crap out of the way. Like it’s some sort of mandatory allegiance, whenever the topics of cats come up, people automatically take sides. And more often than not, it’s that of anti-cats. So, haters, know that I could give a crap less what your stance is on cats. I too, was “not a cat person,” but now I am. Things change, roll with the punches. My cat’s name is Toga – like the type of party – and he is 15 months old. (A stat Chelsea Handler would hate.) He’s also fairly huge. Not fat huge, just giant huge. Like he’s the 8th grader who looks like he’s 30, but with less stubbly facial hair. It’s not his size I find annoying, though – impressive, but not bothersome. It’s his personality. He is the […]
It’s summer, nerds. Which means it’s time to mosey back on over to our Tuesday schedule. You’re welcome to my favorite hashtag of all time, #newblogtuesday. Subscribers can receive updates without interruption, while those who check in might see their posts on an adjusted schedule. And in anticipation of future questions: Will anything change? Other than the dates that are posted, no. Will EoG return to a two-per-week schedule? Maybe, depends how I’m feeling each Monday. Why the change? Because I’m trying to get whelmed: Until next week, ya’ll.
America – the land of the free and the beer-drinking brave. Where the star-spangled flags are flowing, speed limits are suggestions, and where beer is served in slightly-above-freezing temperatures. Where, thinking caps in tow, we can turn an entire day of holiday celebrating into an ale-themed competition. Preferably on Flag Day, which is the reddest, whitest, and bluest celebration of them all. And it is the best thing that’s ever happened. Because how else can one describe an afternoon of drunken American glory? Although in its rookie appearance, Beer Olympics made a bomb first impression for 2014, and we’ve got the photo stream and the hangovers to prove it. But unlike the “real” Olympics, four years is just too far away. Also, we don’t have communists to get to agree to hosting locations … yet. What is Beer Olympics? Glad you Asked For those who are wondering what exactly beer […]
As a computer-toting writer, one of the biggest perks about my job is that I can work absolutely anywhere – so long as the wi-fi and I are getting along that day. Which is actually more stressful than it’s worth. The freedom is, well, the best thing that has ever existed. But on the other hand, if I wanted to, I could, say, sit in my pajamas and eat cookie dough all day, just stressing about all the productivity I’m not making. A scenario that would cause most people to get fired but that I can get away with on a daily basis, so long as my deadlines are met and my clients are happy. (I swear I’m a hard worker, guys.) Not that I’ve ever chosen cookie dough over work – or cookie dough over anything because I’d rather just eat actual cookies than its raw, uncooked egg form […]