Wiwille loses weight, ends poorly

My wife has been on a diet, and I decided to join her, as it's important to support your spouse through their weight loss goals. I've never weighed myself, as I don't really care so much as I just want to eat better and exercise more. Today I had a moment that showed my waist line has shrunk.

Today I get a notification from Untapped, stating the elusive Corn Dog Ale from Revolver Brewing is available at a store near me. For those unfamiliar, this beer was previously only served at the Texas State Fair. One year I was there with the wife and friends, and skeptical, we ordered one, because why not? We all loved it, but groaned that we could only enjoy its tasty goodness at that venue for the price of a steak dinner.

As all things happening with the world being on fire, the Texas State Fair has decided not to open, and Revolver listened to their customers and made the beer available for retail. I, being ridiculously excited to taste the goodness that is Corn Dog Ale, dart to the store.

I enter the establishment, picking up two six packs of the beer in question, and a four pack of another. I was walking to the cashier with hands full, noticing my shorts felt looser fitting than usual. I never wore a belt with shorts, because necessity never demanded, until now. Before I got to place the beer on the counter, I feel my shorts drop to my ankles. Hands full and facing a wide eyed clerk, I put the beer down and pulled my garments up to a position that would no longer require an arrest. I then explained to him I am on a diet. He understood.

"I've had it in years past at the State Fair. They serve it in mustard rimmed glass. I did not think that would be a good pairing, but it was actually super tasty. Lots of cornmeal flavor in the beer which paired great with the mustard, but didn't notice any meat flavor." - Reddit

 

I don't miss 9/12

 

I don't miss 9/12.

There I said it.

I may be alone in my feelings about the aftermath of our country's most horrific terrorist attack, but I remember 9/12 rather differently than the many others who are posting on Facebook about how united the United States.

I remember Islamophobia, so much that anyone who was Asian and brown had to fear for their safety from being assaulted by simpletons. I recall people who were baffled in our intelligence system's massive failure, and others who quickly explained it away. I recollect some who were confident the then administration would lead the world in a united front to seek justice against those responsible, but not shockingly, there were others skeptical of their abilities. Many exploited the event, claiming it was a conspiracy by a cabal of the powerful while others wondered who could possibly be that competent.

The anxiety of another attack was permeating the national conscious, the immediate call for the removal our basic rights and privacy, and the debate of our call to war against a country who simply demanded evidence of extradition. The universal mourning of our fallen heroes and victims is nothing I will look back fondly on.

I guess I remember a different America on 9/12.