A Look Into the Evolution of a Beer Lover: All I Need In This Life Of Sin, Is Me and My Beer Can

Welcome back friends to the least updated blog you don't follow. You may be wondering what took so long for me to scrap together another post exploring the depths of our snobbery. Well, it was about 4 parts laziness, 3 parts sloth, 2 parts lack of inspiration and 1 part working on a marathon of an article. Thus, it took damn near a year but I would now like to reintroduce you to your best source for any and all croissant related articles. I wish I could tell you that you're about to read that aforementioned marathon of an article I was working on all year but in true French Ass fashion, that article is still under construction until further notice. Instead, I give you the answer to the oft-asked question of "How did you become an alcoholic?" "How did you become such a beer connoisseur?"

A Few Loose Ends and A Few More Ties

That title doesn't look nearly as witty or punny now that I've actually written it out, but it at least does the job of telling you exactly what this post is about. As some of you may have figured out, this is not the post that was promised when I put up that picture of Colin Powell for the sneak peak. The answer for that by the way was Black Republican. This next one was originally supposed to be a comparison of select albums in the discographies of Jay-Z and Nas. I'm still working on that one but it's taking much longer than originally anticipated to finish listening to their massive amount of collective work and I didn't want to wait until I finished to write something.

8 Ties That You Should Own aka How To Be The Fanciest Monkey At Your Office

Adulthood. For most of my life, that word was nothing but a concept. It was the distant future, and as much as I imagined what it would be like, it remained intangible and, for lack of a better word, unimaginable. Of course it was. As children, our perspectives were extremely limited and we were perpetually stuck in nostalgia even as we lived it. We were stubborn and deep in our hearts, we refused to admit that one day, our childhood would end. We believed with all our might that though we may physically get older, we would stay just as we were. It was impossible to conceive that we would change; that our tastes, our desires, our friends, our surroundings, our world in general would eventually come to resemble something that our younger selves would never recognize. Eventually though, the Peter Pan dream is revealed to be exactly that and whether willingly or by force, we enter a new world of responsibilities.

And you know what? Thank God a billion, trillion times for that! The past is always tinted by the brain's uncanny ability to twist memories, but once you sit down and really think about it, we were all total scrubs when we were younger.

Yeah, I'm looking right at you, Lt. Scrub, of the US Army Reserve. And your Scrub Ranger buddy too.

Some Of My Favorite 2014 Things, One Day Into 2015

At first this was going to be an article discussing all the best that media had to offer to the world in 2014. That idea lasted about as long as it took to realize that a. I didn't get to watch most of the movies that I had wanted to this year, including John Wick, Birdman, Boyhood, Skeleton Twins and Edge of Tomorrow, and b. I don't watch most of the biggest TV shows out right now, usually limiting myself to 30 minute comedies. Obviously, I am in no position to talk about the best that cinema or television has to offer, since I have barely visited anything new that those two put out this year. However, I have listened to about 50 albums this year, and that does include a good number of pop records that I subjected myself to in the name of science and research. So, while that number may pale in comparison to actual websites devoted to this nonsense, I think it at the very least gives me the ability to present to you my favorite 20 albums of the year.