Being a self-proclaimed American wino takes a lot of reading so I am always snooping around in bookstores and newsstands for more winey reading material. I spotted this new magazine, Imbibe, at Skylight Books on Sunday and I flipped out.

A magazine about beverages! ONLY BEVERAGES! Beer! Wine! Coffee! Tea!

There is only one issue so far. I was flipping through it this morning and it contains a beautiful spread on the drinks of Oaxaca (horchata, hibiscus juice, chocolatey tasty looking concoctions), a how-to on using your French coffee press, a profile of organic wineries, and the best damn thing yet, a few pages on Trappist Ales. There is also a standard story on sleek hotel bars, but personally, that stuff is a little Los Angeles Magazine richy-rich for me.

I was also gladdened to find a write-up on a friend, the one and only Dr. Cocktail, who you may have heard on NPR talking about the fine art of serious mixology! Dr. Cocktail is one of two guys who maintains the always helpful Cocktail Database . And here’s something you may not know about Ted Haigh, AKA Dr. Cocktail: he designed the famous Dapper Dan tin featured in O Brother Where Art Thou. It’s true.

I am totally subscribing.

I dunno, man. The robot is sometimes fickle, often intoxicated, usually napping, waiting for some sort of gubment check to arrive. Thing is, the robot hasn’t even applied for any kind of aid. He just waits…hoping for free money.

Anyway. Here is a giant jibbedy jumble of links for you that make no sense but what the fuck. It’s Wednesday.

Whatever happened to Candace Cameron? | A great anti-George Lucas rant | A link to help you realize who you hate and who you love | Today is the first day of the Half Annual Womens Nordies Sale, bitches | Super Mario Brothers Lives (and not in a lame way) | Don’t porget, Feltclub2 this Saturday | I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS PLACE TO OPEN SO THAT I MAY FEAST | Karl Lagerfeld for Prez (with fan) | Some of the last words a friend of mine wrote on this planet and I love him for it | The best TV archeology site! | I pledge allegiance to MichaelK of Dlisted

Seriously. Stop barfing about Tom Cruise eating the non-existent placenta of the beach ball under Katie Holmes’ shirt and get ready for more Guitar Hero.

Yes, this deserves an entire post. YES IT DOES.

This one of the profiled stories on Washingtonpost.com’s front page today and…awwwww, how sad. I too remember being locked into some vague video game buying matrix when I lived under the tyrannical fascistic regime of my penny-pinching mother. I can’t even remember how much regular old school first gen Nintendo games cost anymore, somewhere in the neighborhood of $40 or $50, but I do remember that golden Zelda cartridge calling out to me in every toy store. Mom would not buy it for me, so I had to patiently live through the crack-haze of my neighbor’s Zelda fixation, without actually owning the game myself until the price dropped. It’s alright. I’m not all that bitter. I did eventually get the game and was allowed to then shoot Ganon up the nose with silver arrows like every other self-respecting suburban child.

AND NOW I BUY MY OWN VIDEO GAMES, thank you very much. No parental interference whatsoever. Thank god for being…very old.

Still, my hat’s off to you, small child in Washington Post article, for wheedling mom into that $8 loan for video games.