A Word About Beer
This isn’t really about beer, because honestly, I don’t know that much about beer. I just drink it. On occasion. Usually at social events or out at a restaurant with dinner from time to time. I confess, I drank too much, and did a few others things too much when I was in my early 20’s and it didn’t really get me anywhere. I developed an astounding lack of motivation. In fact, I’m pretty sure at this point that if I really enjoy doing something there is a 72% chance that I’m doing something wrong.
Back to the beer, I’m a big fan of Shiner Bock. I can’t recall when I started drinking it, but I’m sure that it wasn’t until I was of legal drinking age. Because underage drinking is wrong. Uh, wink. Shiner Bock is sort of an amber color with a slight reddish quality. It’s not exactly light colored, and even though it is sometimes classified as dark, I’d hardly call it that. I had a couple of pints at my grandpa’s birthday dinner a few weeks ago, and some members of my family acted like I was drinking coffee. The funny thing is that we each thing the other is the freak. And by “freak”, I mean “idiot”.
Like most things in life, you can split good beer and bad beer into different categories based on expectations. If you want to see a thought provoking film with great dialogue, I wouldn’t recommend Armageddon. Quality isn’t for everybody. It doesn’t mean that I’m better than you (yes it does), only that we like different things. You like Miller Lite, and I’ve decided that piss isn’t a beverage. I find that Shiner has a kind of a wheat taste, but I’m not really good at explaining why I like things. I’m much better at complaining, making fun of stuff, and casting random aspersions. Cast, cast, cast.
If you can’t tell the difference between quality and crap (in any medium) then you aren’t paying attention. Scrubs isn’t equal to According to Jim (although I enjoy both). If you tell me that you don’t think movies are supposed to make you think, then be prepared to not hear me telling Nicole that I think you’re an imbecile about three seconds after I get in the car. I’m thinking about boycotting George Clooney’s movies because he’s the newest Budweiser voice-over guy. Mass produced American beers are popular because of marketing and price (although the price isn’t that much lower). I’m not surprised. The same country voted for George W. Bush. Twice! That’s one helluva marketing job considering the quality of the product.
