So the word’s out among the Big Three yellow piss pushing corporations: “maybe nobody wants to drink our crap anymore” as this article outlines.
What took them so long to have this duh moment? We’ve known their sales have been going down like a desperate chick at last call. And in that meantime, craft beer manufacturers are building bigger beer systems, selling into new markets, and opening up new places every happy hour.
My favorite part of the article is referring to a speech Tom Long (CEO Miller Coors) gave at a meeting of the National Beer Wholesales Association talking about how to sell beer. In no specific words, it’s inferred that they have to remind the public that beer tastes good. It’s a halfway right assertation to make. Good beer does taste good, but maybe these fizzy beer execs need to find a way to give their beer some taste at all to make them good. And to that, good luck. But I’ll refrain from having them pull the wool over my eyes!
I’ll pass on making excuses for not posting much lately- just push that awkwardness aside and check out one amazing trip of a lifetime to New Zealand that has made it too busy to blog lately. Next time, I’ll smuggle my friends in a suitcase!
I emptied countless quarters into the Pole Position video games when I was a kid, convinced I had a future career as a race car driver but nothing quite takes my car racing gaming skills to the level like Rémi Gaillard, a French dude with an outrageous sense of humor bordering the likes of Jackass. He has stolen cat food while dressed as a pussy, offered flowers to a rotisserie oven while dressed as a chicken, and my favorite: Real World Mario Kart.
This one is also pretty funny- Real World Pacman: http://www.nimportequi.com/en/video_remi_pacman.html
Check out his website for hours of peeing your pants!
Doesn’t get much better than this- I’m having a blind, impromptu stout tasting (Bourbon County, KBS, Black Albert) and watching Top Gear. I don’t really recommend beer tasting and UK Top Gear- you’re inclined to pee your pants. Esp. the episode with the Reliant Robin 3 wheeled car. I mean, how many times can you dump a car on it’s side (on a cricket field, in front of the BBC camera crew… twice!) without getting sick of lying sideways on the road. And how did this car ever get made??? So if you’re thirsty and have great bladder control, feel free to laugh along!
My car looks like it was the target for a bird torpedo mission. Those little suckers aimed with the velocity of a Lear Jet and the vehemence of an ex-lover and Jackson Pollock’d all over my hood. I now drive a polka dotted Infiniti.
I also followed an SUV home with the license plate “PUCKR UP”. I’m not sure if it’s meant to be a take on “kiss my ass” since PA only requires rear license plates or if it’s just because they drove so ungodly slow that most people would rather just drive through them. I’m going to get a front plate (yes, pay the extra $1.00) that says “GET OVER” and see if I have any success.
So the word’s out among the Big Three yellow piss pushing corporations: “maybe nobody wants to drink our crap anymore” as this article outlines.