i've a confession to make.

um, er, ah, uh, i really really like that honey beer they brew over at Brutopia. this is bad for two reasons. the first being that Brutopia is right next door to Hurley's, which means that i've headed down to that sacred section of crescent street and NOT taken the opportunity to imbibe a guiness. this segues (sp?) nicely to the second reason, which is that out of the 453,789 pints left in my lifetime, two have been taken up by non-guiness.
but it sure is tasty! oh, and *whisper* the jameson actually tasted better there. *ducks*


on another note:
http://edition.cnn.com/2007/US/01/31/boston.bombscare/index.html

un-fucking-believable. people are "outraged" and "incensed" about a fucking ad campaign that they misinterpreted. for crying out loud. this would have been a great opportunity to voice publicly the consequences of terrorism and the loss of humour/joi de vivre therein. instead, it became an 'us vs them', 'us' being the retarded grey suited american scum government types, and 'them' being the slightly too avant-garde for their own good failed film student cum marketing guru types.

lighten up, planet earth. oh, and fucking STUDY HISTORY. you'll realize these conflicts are nothing new whatsoever, and all our genious solutions have already been attempted. learn what didn't work, and come up with something new, you fucking morons.