I review the first few salvoes of Postmark Games’ Battle Card, a series of six affordable and pretty print-and-play WWII strategy puzzles for solo play.

It was like being inside a warm cardboard computer, hands and mind humming in tune with the circuitry.

My first Bulldog cocktail, my first Final Girl game, and then we ride out with a bunch of Brooklyn mic psychos. Giddyup.

Crappy bourbon is upgraded. Warcraft are armed and target-bound. Prince Paul and Dan the Automator show us the filthy side of this business.

Moms and I compare tasting notes for Basil Hayden and George Dickel No. 12 on the phone because COVID.