Great Moments in Hypocrisy: Running

I, Dave Hayward, am a hypocrite.  I’m not going to try and defend myself.  It’s true; there is often a significant disconnect between the things that I say and the things that I do.  This was as painfully apparent to me as ever last Friday, when I made a purchase that flew directly in the face of comments I’ve made in private, public, and posted on the internet for the universe to see in perpetuity.  I bought running shoes. Continue reading

Classic Bud Can Sighting With a Twist (Top)

No, not a top that twists off – a figurative twist.  Check this out:

An Old/New Bud Can Hybrid?

My cousin brought a bunch of these to a family party yesterday.  (Thanks, Justin).  I’m not sure exactly where in the greater NYC area he found them, but he found them.  The classic Bud can, and beer cans / bottles in general, just look better fresh from the cooler with some scattered drops of water still hanging on.  It’s exactly how an alcoholic Norman Rockwell would paint it.  Yes, that is my hand.

The can label is the old-school, writing-heavy one, the rapidly approaching loss of which I’ve been publicly mourning / lamenting on this site. Continue reading

Happy Friday, Everybody

Reading Chair 1

You gotta start somewhere

The first ‘official’ week of the website has been a lot of fun, and the feedback has been very cool; please, keep it coming.  Use the comments sections or just e-mail me.  I really want to know what about the site you like, what you don’t like, what you want to see in the future, or suggestions for stuff like Bathroom Readers and Beer of the Month (more on that in a minute).

So what was up this week?

Thanks to everyone who tuned in this week, and I’ll be back with more on Monday.  Next week, look for my first Beer of the Month, another great bathroom book, and I think I’m going to start taking nominations for the Hall of Awesomeness.  Stay safe, and see you next week.  Later on.

~Dave

The Indicator Pair of Underwear and Other Minor Horrors

I opened my underwear drawer this morning, only to find one of the most common sights of domestic horror:

My Underwear Drawer

I really need to start bleaching my socks

The only thing standing between me opening the drawer, seeing only plywood, and having to consider going commando is the last pair of my boxers that I would choose to wear.  I bought these years ago, when I was a bit thinner, before I got a bit fatter, before I lost some of that weight and got to my current waistline – a sequence that has wrestled its elastic band into submission.  As a result, it’s the rare ‘too small’ / ‘too loose’ combination.  Little wear-and-tear holes dot the waistband and crotch regions, but not so much that I think, “Dude, I need to buy some new boxers.”  I mean, it’d be wasteful to just toss out wearable clothing at the first site of imperfection; there are naked kids in Haiti.  After the brief gasp that came with the realization that things had come to this, I could only think, “Whoa.  I have to do laundry today.”

I have no idea how this subject has come up among my friends as much as it has, but I know that I’m not the only person who has a pair (or in my case, pairs) of underwear, the sight of which has them reflexively making a Pavlovian lunge for detergent. Continue reading

And We’re Off!

It’s game time.  I’m looking forward to bringing you all kinds of humor: stand-up clips, short essays, “news” stories, interviews, and whatever else I can shake out of my warped mind.  The content I posted while tweaking the site design is a decent sampling, but it’s definitely not exclusive.  I’ve got tons of great ideas, and I’m psyched to bring it all together.

Check back regularly – I’m shooting for a new update just about every day, and more often if circumstances develop that inspire me (see: the Bud can thing below; as soon as I found out, I had to get that down immediately).

If you like what I’m doing here, the best thing you can give me (besides straight cash, homey) is to tell your friends, and tell them that, if they dig it, they should tell their friends.

Questions, comments and general frivolity are welcome.  Feel free to hit up the comments section, e-mail me, and follow me on Twitter @EnterTheDave.  Let’s do this.