Alex McVeigh’s posterous

This is the media shuttle I've been on the last hour, as there doesn't seem to be anyone on Andrews Air Force Base that can figure out how to get me to my car. Pretty good way to spend a Saturday.

I come home from work, and this cinematic masterpiece is waiting for me. A good day.

I was in Texas a few weeks ago, and I asked for a Lone Star Beer. Apparently every beer also comes with a second one in a bucket, filled with ice. I like the way they think.

So I decided to perform an experiment. I drank the first two, (all in the name of science of course), and ordered another one. When I ordered, I specifically said, "Can I get another one?"

They brought me another glorious, frosty pair. Time for phase two of th experiment.

I drank one of them, and asked for the check. They brought me the check, and I purposely didn't touch the 2nd (4th total) beer. The check arrives, and I have been charged for three beers.

Do I drink that last beer? Of course. So now I have a conundrum on my hands.

Assuming I don't look like a raging alcoholic (which could be a dangerous assumption), the establishment in question probably brings beers in pairs like this, so my problem can't be all that uncommon.

If you're like me, you probably don't just leave that icy cold warrior in the bucket, you drink it. So is this place giving away thousands of free cold, delicious beverages? Highly unlikely.

Before I could really get the ol' brain working on this, the question was solved for me. The busboy came around to clear my dishes, and he also made a grab for the bucket with the beer in it.

I politely informed him that I intended to consume the beverage in question (read: I screamed "NOOOOOOOOOO" and burst into tears), and he added it onto my check.

Problem solved. Beer drank. Case closed.

I've heard of a wooden sign, but this is ridiculous.

Homeless people playing the drums on drywall buckets in Washington D.C. Glorious.

Newsweek, not content with letting the cable news networks do ALL of the fear-mongering.

Seen on a car in Washington DC. I didn't vote for Obama, but that doesn't mean I would put those bumper stickers on my car in a city where 92.4% of the people did vote for him. That's a surefire way to get keyed, carjacked, and/or murdered.

Seen at a restaurant where I went with my family for Mother's Day. Those vandals, they'll get ya.

Nothing like a birthday fight. Glad it wasn't my birthday, and that I was behind the camera for this one.

Clearing out some funny photos on my old phone. This was actually delivered to me like this. If I'm not really gay, does it still count as a hate crime?