New Year's Eve—7PM

And the night is underway! I just watched the first Twilight Zone Episode of the evening and here's a recap for you.

Twilight Zone Episode: “Time Enough At Last”
Starring: Burgess Meredith
From season one, episode eight.

Meet Henry Bemis. A man who loves to read, surrounded by those who scoff at the notion of the printed word. The bank customers ignore him, his boss admonishes him and calls him, “a reader,” and his hateful wife hides his reading material and destroys his books.

After a lunch break taken in the bank’s vault, Mr. Bemis emerges to find the inhabitants of earth are gone due to a nuclear explosion. He’s the lone survivor. Finally he has all the time in the world to enjoy the books he loves.

Sadly, with broken glasses, Henry Bemis is now, once again, void of reading material, forever...In the Twilight Zone!

“That's not fair. That's not fair at all. There was time now. There was, was all the time I needed...”

Number of beers consumed in this hour:

One 24 ounce can of Budweiser. See you at eight!

New Year's Eve—6PM

Okay, here we go, the first annual MAD New Year's Eve party! I know a lot of people are out and about, so if you're reading this I appreciate it. Every year I do the same thing on New Year's Eve: I get a shitload of beer and some snacks, lock the door and watch The Twilight Zone Marathon on the Sci-Fi channel. This year however, one thing is going to change. Netflix now has all the Twilight Zone Episodes available for streaming, so I can watch my favorites all night long! I am the Master of my Twilight Zone domain! Let's take a little inventory of the party supplies now.

Here's my snack items: A loaf of miniature sourdough bread, a package of onion crisps, sharp cheddar cheese slices, some salami and some port wine cheddar cheese spread. I'll be able to make several different snack trays out of these ingredients. But what to wash it all down with?

Well, I think this should do the trick! I'll be back at 7 PM with another hourly update as we countdown to 2012!

Good Afternoon—December 31, 2011

It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m going to celebrate it like I always do. “How is that?” You may wonder. Well, check back around 6 PM, the festivities start live, right here at MAD! I’m going to do a countdown post an hour till midnight, so check back for the first one at six bells.

Random picture of the day:
Random link of the day.

Goodnight, Everybody

When I was waiting in a bar, where were you?
When I was buying you a drink, where were you?

Further Reading: 365 Bars, New York Magazine and All Night Spots.

(Surprise link, click on it...I dare you!)

Soup and Donuts

Soup and donuts...mmm, mmm...barf!

Bad News and Good News

The bad news is I never did find out why Pippa is undatebable, the good news is that Bria's back! Actually that's more Bria's butt than her back, butt seriously, to each their own.

No Solitude Till January 2nd

Here we are, but instead of a Papaya Dog sign, there's burger signs everywhere. At least it's still here, in what appears to be an unchanged form. Let's take a closer look.

Inside it looks the same. Let's slowly move in closer.

Here's a familiar face, when asked if this was still a Papaya Dog, despite all the nasty burger signage, he just threw his hands up in the air. At least the familiar beer taps are still here.

There's the familiar Papaya dogs sizzling away.

Fuck it, there's a Papaya Dog on his shirt, I say it's still a Papaya Dog and my original Fortress of Solitude lives on!

Aaahh, home sweet home.

Gumby's all settled in, but there's a shitload of noise coming from the back.

It's filled with drunken idiots whom I assume are here for New Years Eve at Times Square. They're louder thand fuck and really obnoxious.

Fuck, this is a Fortress of Solitude people! I'm out of here! I can't wait till January 2nd!

At least on my way out I saw that the original Papaya sign is still hanging on, just like the Vanilla Fudge. I shall return.

Penn Station

Okay, here we are at Penn Station and the place I made mention of that supposedly has morphed into something different is none other than my own personal Fortress of Solitude, The Papaya Dog in Penn Station. I've heard from a source who's on deep background that the Papaya Dog is now some sort of hamburger stand. This is quite troubling and upsetting news. For over a year, this has been my personal sanctuary to retreat to when the going has gotten tough. A shelter for Gumby and I to reflect and drink giant glasses of beer for four dollars. And now all that may be gone. We'll find out soon.

Penn Station is packed with tourists in town for New Year's Eve tomorrow. God I can't wait for January 2nd!

Okay, here we are on the second escalator down. Look away from that man's chrome dome or risk retina burn.

As we approach, my mind is flooded with questions. What if there's no more Papaya Dog in Penn Station? Will my old friends still be working there? Will there be beer? And of course the most pressing question...

Why is Pippa undateable? And who the hell is Pippa anyway? Stay tuned for the answers.