Bloggin for the Noggin

It's the last day of January. 

I'm sitting here drinking coffee at 6 in the evening. But, since January is over, that means I can drink something much stronger than coffee.

Dry January was OK. Nothing eventful happened. I did a lot of chess puzzles. I always do a lot of chess puzzles. 

Have I told you that I'm really good at chess?

I mean, objectively good at chess, not just thinking I'm good at chess. 

I was determined to be "good" at chess, therefore I concluded via objective reasoning that 1800 Elo was the criteria for one to claim that they are "good" at chess.

Your boy is 1900.

Your boy is good at chess.

Check out the game below if you want to destroy the King's Indian Defense.

I'm looking forward to drinking beer again. But it's weird. Because as much as I like to drink beer, I don't like the fact that it's a vice.

Everyone has vices. 

What's your vice?

Mine is obsessive chess and cold beer.

I suppose those vices could be much worse. Imagine if smoking meth was your vice? Or eating your boogers? Or blowing one of those whistles at ICE agents.

Those vices would suck.

I knew a dude in high school who admitted to me that his vice was sniffing women's dirty panties. He would literally sneak in their laundry room and look for the dirty panties and sniff them.

I've heard that some women make money selling their worn panties online.

Anyway, good for them. 

If I could sell my worn boxers for money, I sure would.

Beer time.

Cheers!