Whoa. Orange Blossom Amber was orangey. I’m at no risk of scurvy for a while.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Tonight was a minimalist night — I just had a salad for dinner. So when I read the label on Blue Star wheat beer, which said “Water, malt, hops, yeast, & that’s all,” I figured it would go well…and it did.
After a wearying day of snow excavation and household chores, I didn’t even look—I just reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the first thing to come to hand, Gordon Biersch Czech Style Pilsener.
I was interviewed by Wendy Stanley just yesterday, and presto, the podcast is already up!
Also, if you’re looking for more to listen to, Hank Fox was interviewed on Living After Faith.
All alone on New Year’s Eve while the wife is away…so somehow my hand was drawn to the hot babe on the label of Acme Pale Ale.
Sorry, gang, I know you were all counting on coming out to cheer me up in my lonely isolation — my wife is away, visiting relatives — but there was that nasty wet storm yesterday, and I just spent a couple of hours digging out the driveway and sidewalks from that (-20°C! A four foot high pile in front of the driveway!) and my face is numb and my fingers are burning and my feet are frozen. Now I learn that there is an even bigger blizzard on the way today.
So this is one of those days when you discover that Western Minnesota is not fit for human habitation. I’ll be celebrating the New Year by nestling in with a pot of hot tea, snowed in and inaccessible for a while. I’ll get wild tonight and have a beer.
The weather is abominable. We started out the day with thick, slushy, wet clumps of snow coming down with rain, and now we’ve got fierce winds and an icy fog of blowing blizzardy stuff everywhere. So I fixed myself a dinner of baked salmon and washed it down with Fire Rock Pale Ale.
If I close my eyes and turn up the music loud to drown out the howling winds, I can almost — almost — imagine it’s Hawaii.
I’m struggling with some annoying problems with my computer right now: every once in a while, it spontaneously dies without warning, and the system says there’s something wrong with the battery. It’s happened now several times today, always right when I’m in the middle of writing something. I’ve ordered a new battery, but until then, I may be spending some time getting apoplectic with the stupid friggin’ unreliable machine.
Do not be alarmed if updates are irregular, I’m busy punching the keyboard.
A slightly late Christmas present arrived on my doorstep this afternoon: Søren from Denmark had a case of 12 interesting beers sent to me. Thank you! Now, of course, I must drink them all. Immediately.
No, wait, that would be unwise. I shall drink one a night until they are gone. Tonight, I am sipping on Trout Slayer Ale, just because the combination of mighty fish and slaying makes me feel macho.
Mmmm. Mild. Lemony. Not very ferocious at all.
