The Weeklies #203
(Friday, February 3, 2012)

The Weekly Beer. Heavy Seas Pale Ale.

The Weekly Read. Last week I read my first Ed McBain book. This week I read my second - Killer's Choice. And I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm going to be the proud owner and reader of all McBain's 50+ 87th Precinct novels. They're stupendous. He writes a damn fine book with a compelling cast of characters. It doesn't hurt that the mysteries are good.

The Weekly Television Cock Block. We ran out of Breaking Bad. Sadness ensued.

The Weekly Podcast. No music this week but I did manage to discover a damn fine podcast. While nothing could be better than The Mike O'Meara Show, the Mike & Tom Eat Snacks Podcast is pretty damn awesome. It's pretty much what it sounds like - Michael Ian Black (who's appeared on damn near everything) and Tom Cavanagh (you might remember him from TV's Ed) eat a snack and talk about it. I know, it sounds moronic but these guys are funny and totally worth a listen.

The Weekly Schadenfreude. The Susan G. Komen fund shot itself in the foot this week, severing ties to Planned Parenthood. What happened? Celebrities and other activists severed ties to the Susan G. Komen fund, instead directing donations to Planned Parenthood. Donations skyrocketed in spectacular fashion.

The Weekly Question. Who does the most good? What charity to you feel is most deserving of your money?

Shirt Whore
(Thursday, February 2, 2012)

When it comes to clothes, I'm not hard to please. If it's comfortable and doesn't look like it came out of the 70s, I'm good with it. As I type this, for example, every stich I have on minus my fading Obama '08 t-shirt came from Target.

There's one thing I can't go cheap on. Work shirts. There are few clothing items for men in which quality makes a true difference. Shirts are definitely one.

My place of work is a little on the formal side. Like suits-and-ties formal. And as it turns out, I'm a sucker for a nice shirt. It's not a luxury. It's a necessity. The only issue is that the shirts I like are apparently spun from gold thread mined by fairies and washed with the tears of magical orphans. Because they're fucking expensive. So much so that I make my tastes well-known then hope for the best when Christmas or my birthday or an especially bountiful Arbor Day rolls around.

What can't you skimp on?

Winter?
(Wednesday, February 1, 2012)

When I walk outside, I have a hard time believing it's February.

Is it behaving like winter where you are?

DITL
(Tuesday, January 31, 2012)

About, oh, 31 days ago, I made a resolution to take more pictures. I think I've done okay but it doesn't hurt that I got a shiny new iPhone for Christmas with a bitchin' camera and Instagram app. Yesterday I decided that I'd document my day. And here it is.

You can squint really hard or you could head to my Flickr stream to see them embiggened.

Are you a picture taker? Or do you own a camera that rarely gets dusted off?