Here we go, first beer at The Highlander to kick off National Drunk Blogging Day. So far, it’s Amber (natch), Griftdrift and me. We’re expecting two or three more. If you leave now, you can still catch us while we can sit up straight. For now, I’m just going to update this post when I think of something I want to write, but I’m sure there will be other ranting tangents in new posts soon enough.

UPDATE 1: This first update was slow to come because I was eating. We were just talking about beer drunk vs. wine drunk vs. liquor drunk. My take is beer drunk = good, liquor drunk = good, wine drunk = bad. Beer is a murky, lazy drunk. Liquor is a sharp, intense drunk. Wine is a murky, intense drunk. Fuck that noise.

UPDATE 2: I should have mentioned in Update 1 that Sara showed up. Hooray booze! Now we’ve moved on to talking about why passive-aggressive people suck. We’re having an aggressive argument about whether it’s passive-aggressive to not mention the person who made us think of the topic to begin with. I think it’s passive-aggressive not to mention that person, Amber disagrees.

UPDATE 3: I should have mentioned in Update 2 that I’m on beer #2. It’s about half down now.

UPDATE 4: So, the blogging is some boring shit so far, but I am having fun with the booze. Two almost down and a third on the way. My fingers are starting to feel a little heavier as I’m trying to type.

UPDATE 5: I should have mentioned in Updates 1, 2, 3 and 4 that I’m drinking Sweetwater 420. I wish they had the IPA. In other news, Shelby just showed up.

UPDATE 6: I feel like this blog jumped the shark a long time ago. I can’t pinpoint exactly when, but I think getting jobs that require me to think probably had a lot to do with it. I’m not fishing for compliments or insults, just sayin’. I like writing the Georgia Political Digest columns and podcasting a lot more than I like writing this blog. I have for a while. This blog probably would have been killed six or eight months ago if I thought Amber would tolerate it.

UPDATE 7: Is it too early to wax philosophical? I’ll tell you what a nerd I am. It took a lot of effort to pull me away from coding a web page to come and drink. I was coding some shit for the Georgia Podcast Network site. I get off on that shit. I read the fucking Drupal feeds every day. I jerk off at night thinking about the Forms API.

UPDATE 8: Where the fuck is our waitress? I’m through my fifth beer with no sixth waiting for me. That’s BULLSHIT.

UPDATE 9: Fuck! I had a whole elaborate update written out, and accidentally deleted it! Lameness. I was writing about how I’d kind of like a cigarette right now… and that I’ve never been a full-time smoker… and that my parents would freak out at the idea that I’d ever smoked… and that I think that approach actually made it more likely that I’d be a full-time, habitual-type smoker. But hey…

UPDATE 10: Amber’s ranting is putting me to shame. I don’t feel like I’ve even scratched the surface of what I could be talking about and using booze as an excuse to write off later.

Let’s see…

I’m through six beers…

Is anybody reading this shit?

UPDATE 11: Fuck, I wish I had a better rant in my head. I have a lot of things I’m insecure about. Doug Monroe just showed up.

UPDATE 12: Our waitress just called me out. I showed her my blog, and I cowered like a little bitch when she saw the part where I bitched about a beer not getting here immediately. And I should of. It was probably unfair for me to bitch about the service. It hasn’t been bad.

UPDATE 13: I was ranting about open source and value-add features, and even my girlfriend was laughing at me. This must be the end.

UPDATE 14: When I was at Ambers’ parents’ place earlier this week, I read a column by Bryan Williams, head douchebag at NBC about why social media hates America. I’m sure you can find the link yourself, but if his view is that more voices = more problems. I don’t even remember his bullshit rationalization, but I know he missed the point: that the main danger of new media is xenophobia; people only listening to voices they want to hear.