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[CortJstr]

Well, the liquor stores in Virginia are all state-run.  And perhaps they don't want to condone gambling. 

Since the lottery is, you know, state-run as well.  Never mind, that makes no goddamn sense.

They also won't sell cigarettes so maybe that really is it. They either don't want it to be a one-stop vice shop run by the state or they really do want that because it would be profitable but are afraid of public backlash. Hell, they just started opening the ABC stores on Sundays last year.

The fact that stores here can't sell those disposable vibrating cock rings from Trojan make me think it's the former though. Stupid uptight state making me go to different stores for booze, lottery tickets, and porn. Like I have that kind of time. I'm a busy man! I have whiskey to drink, tickets to scratch, and porn to ... peruse.

[mrdna1]

Of course we now have pat going for the coconut rum.

I once had an unintentionally Achewoodian drinking night at a friend's place ... first he produced a bottle of coconut rum (extra irony points since he's gay) and some vodka (sadly though, not Ketel One), then he found some Gusano Rojo (which wasn't as bad as I was hoping), but I finally settled on some Guinness that was in his fridge left over from a party.

(I (((like) parenthes(es)), apparently.))

[Drastic Action]

I feel like I'm reading some Scheme code, there.

[CortJstr]

Beef needs to hook up with this guy and they can just eat themselves into nacho-comas.

[colmore]

http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-friend-made-sex-magazine-read-it.html

I never get tired of the Ray / Beef dynamic.  I love this:

"Dude keeps it real, and doesn't risk much money. Dude plays it tight. That's my boy. My boy is Roast Beef, and he has so much sense he can barely get outta bed each day."

I get bad depressive spells myself; I'm going to start using this as my motto. "World, you are lucky I even got out of bed today, I got so much sense."

[littlefallsmets]

Whenever someone from New York visits me in California, they are amazed that you can buy vodka in Rite-Aid.

I've been living here for three years. I am still amazed.

[pmcd9]

I am always fascinated by the real gone ones, the souls who looked in the gutter and said, "let's do this."

I love this sentance very much.

~Paul

[Drygioni]

Paul, we ain't seeing much of you these days, it seems. What gives? Everything going swimmingly?

[AugustWest]

'Stad was channeling Dan Jenkins when he wrote that.

I would have said Wodehouse, but whatever...

[wombat]

I am so uninterested in this golf business that it makes me want to weep that Onstad spent so much time writing such a long entry about it.  Think of all the entertainment I could have had instead. *sniff*

[Drygioni]

I am so uninterested in this golf business that it makes me want to weep that Onstad spent so much time writing such a long entry about it.  Think of all the entertainment I could have had instead. *sniff*

Gotta agree with you, Womby. I have hated golf every minute of life, except for the three minutes after I had hit a sweeeeet shot down the fairway. I'd have been happier longer, but I hit a sand trap and fell out of love with the game from that point onwards, quicker than you can say "this game is a load of bollocks".

It doesn't help that golf is the most boring thing on Earth to watch. Some vague activity on the screen, a droning voice I never pick up on, the occassional *thwack* and the most inanely polite clapping in the world.

From what I can deduce, golf is only fun when you are playing it and doing well; something that requires free time and patience and money. Maybe I will give golf a try, when I'm 64.

Minigolf is a bit more tolerable. In France there was this madly inventive one involving fountains, rivers, chippers, and loop-de-loops. But as any hardened pro will tell you, it's not really golf.

[littlefallsmets]

The golf obsession thing is... interesting as a facet of the guy's work, anyway, even if... the actual idea and execution of golf blogging is pretty much the most boring thing ever incorporated into the larger Acheworld.

I mean, I'm only speaking for myself here, but my father instilled in me from a very young age that golf-without-windmills was an art solely perpetrated by upper-middle-class douches trying to pretend that they're actually full-on rich douches... and it's something I've never quite been able to shake.

But that's what's interesting about Chris writing about it, it's an interest that is pretty much strictly anethetical to all of his other interests and yet... there is it, probably because it was drilled into his head in his early youth by his dad. And because it is so engrained from so early, it exists with other portions of his personality that... really... it should not co-exist with.

Writing a comic strip about cats and *****s that get stoned and... playing golf... should not be parts of the same person.

And yet, there is it. This is the only level the golf stuff is interesting on, of course, but there's something to it.

Sort of like when you go to your hometown and run into people you were friends with in... elementary school or high school that... now, you kind of have nothing to say to because your interests are so different and yet you're still friends, so all you talk about is the past and such forth.

In your youth, you could be friends with someone because you lived on the same street or had the same homeroom or your parents were friends and... it could still make sense, even though your interests had zero overlap. Now, ten years later or whatever, of socially selecting people with similar interests through your college and your career or whatever...

And the whole thing smacks of incongruity and, yet, there it is.

[theinevitable]

hm. And here I was, thinking that golf was a vaguely elegant game.

[wombat]

littlefalls, those are very thoughtful and intelligent observations, and I really tried, but they still didn't make me feel better. I am still going to cry if he ever again writes such a long entry on golf.

[AugustWest]

It's especially telling how the worlds greatest golfer is an upper-middle class preppy douche from a long line of East-coast establishment, upper-middle class preppy douches.  Right?

Try to separate the cultural associations about the game from the actual game.  Otherwise you seem awfully closed minded and prejudiced.  There are millions of working class people people who play golf.  There are also lots of folks who play the game because they enjoy the challenge it provides, or because they enjoy the opportunity to be outside for a few hours, or because the enjoy spending time with their friends.

In that golf is an individual sport which requires one to hone a specific set of muscle movements, it could be said to be most comprable to bowling or pool; both of which have entirely different cultural associations.

As to golfing being incongruous with Onstad's personality, it don't see it.  Based upon what we know of him, (foodie, Stanford grad, literateur, et al) one thing seems fairly plain about the man.  He's an upper-middle class douche.