Bizarre

Last night, the authors attended the UT-LSU hoops game. The Vols lost, and that sucks, but it was a damn good evening otherwise. Yours truly spoke with former player and coach Johnny Majors, always a proud moment for a local and UT grad. It is nice that he is back in town and on campus.

Now the truly bizarre(and kickass) moment came when Mackey and I noticed that a gorgeous woman was on the big screen. Turns out his model was none other that Marisa Miller, mentioned here just last week as she continues to scorch the Millernet on blogs and websites.

The authors are currently planning to forecast riches and wealth beyond Croesus and see how that works out. Hopefully we will be pimping large this time next week. If not, we'll still be figuring out ways to get our filthy lucre.

Okay, fine! We get it!

Jesus, you can't swing a dead cat without hitting pictures of swimsuit and lingerie(pronounced lawn-jerry) model Marisa Miller these days. The internet might as well be changed to the Millernet.

This blog is written for the amusement of the authors and about six other people. Usually I don't care about other opinions or the pulse of the blogosphere, but apparently said blog cannot have street cred without this modern day Helen somewhere. Since we have expanded our coverage to activities that people can drink to(football at present) let's just get the cheesecake out of the way:

There, are you happy now Mr. Gore?

Back from the dead? No Schlitz?

Okay, okay, I get it. Bad joke. Anyhoo...rumors over the last year or so have trumpeted the return of the original Schlitz formula. Not the once humorous malt-likka-bulls but plain, old fashioned beer. This relic of American brewing effectively died out in the 1970's so the authors really have no clue what to expect once it makes more than a regional impact(as of today's post, the new/old Schlitz is only being sold in select cities) but along with the long dormant and now resurgent, beloved Lowenbrau, I do plan on trying it for shits and giggles. Hopefully Pabst's designs on bringing Schlitz back to the modern drinker will not disappoint.

Given the disgraceful state of American beermaking...what with traditional powers being sold to overseas interests, it is fine to see some patriotism returning to the macrobrew game. Apparently the recent incarnation of Schlitz was the result of interviewing old brewers and employees of the original brewery, although this writer is firmly convinced it also involved bribes, animal husbandry, and sorcery.

By the way, the model in the advert there looks somewhat like Scarlett...provided that the reader buys into the evident farce that she is pouring beer, rather than guzzling it down her drinkhole.