I'll send you a sample, but I have to re-distill the other run first. It's remarkably flowery. I wonder how a distilled vegetable can become that flowery.

I'm a fucking magician.

Coz this is all about magick, thanks.

And all I've got is
veggie and fruit jam.

Damn.

Drinking Full Sail LTD Lager and just sitting down to watch the Klitschko Thompson fight. Damn LAX police interrupted my evening with some newbie bullshit, threatening to ticket my staff. This shit seems to happen about once a month.

On the upside, the Lager isn't bad.

Moved onto Firestone UnionJack Indian Pale Ale. Better than the Lager.

Damn, Thompson is doing good all things considered.

So much for Thompson, looks like he just gave up. I woulda thought he would go head hunting around the 9th after working the body. I hope Klitschko fights Samuel Peter. Peter is willing to stand and trade, dunno if Klitschko is willing to do so.

Moved on to HG #9. Good stuff.

Grimmy?

Iggy

One does wonder:

Lots of iced crappy dry rosé. Those hornets, stable flies or whatever got hold of me today. I'm starting to hate this forest. I'm all swollen and on fire.

Administering some corticosteroids as well. Gotta receive a lady tomorrow. What a cure. Fuck this.

I should be drinking some wine right now :(

Boggy sent you a nude?

I'm able to feel like dying a slow and painful death without that. Send me nudes now. I can handle it.

Somewhat more hotterer than I was expecting. I'm confused now.

That's what I call it.

Rape's gone and this bored is dead.



Black seed abound. The Dutch expression for being in a jam is "sitting on black seed".

A glass of pretty good Mirabellenbrand and a couple of liters of cheap Chardonnay.

Those pics make me sneeze.

A few Chimay drafts at a cool local dive I'd like to be workin' at.

I've never seen Chimay in anything but a bottle.
Please tell me about it.
Slowly.

"Cuz all the cool kids hang out at H5 these days.

That and Liver being active on MySpace depresses me.

MySpace is a depressing joke in itself.

The porn stars are cool though.

Agreed.
Let's have tons of friends I don't have in RL
What a fuckin' joke indeed!

And you don't even get to fuck the porn stars.

I don't need MySapce to be depressed.

Four year old Blanche de Fougerells for brunch.

P'tit Peket by Biercée. This one is not to miss if you ever visit Belgium or Luxembourg. "Peket" is the Wafflonian term for "genever". Nowadays peket is usually nothing more than diluted neutral grain spirit. P'tit Peket is a modern style genever too, but - by contrast - also an orgy of juniper berries and hop flowers. If you love juniper, better forget about the Dutch products and find this black bottle.

I liked old-style genever when I was in the Netherlands but I haven't seen any quality versions of it on this side of the Atlantic, just Bols Bollocks.

A brand-new product from here in San Francisco, but I still haven't gotten ahold of a bottle, so I can't promise it's as good as it looks...

Anchor Genevieve

Hmmm....

Malt-based and redistilled with juniper and other botanicals. Might be very good... Or not.



In other words, this one is not for Dr. Cockguzzler. I like it anyhow.

A bit late, but damned Helfrich, you made me miss seeing combines out the back door...Denver sucks sometimes, even in the suburbs I have to drive a couple miles to see a combine cut wheat...and they FREAK OUT when I walk out to the tractor to ask if I can run the grain cart a couple of rounds;)

It's my first year in the countryside. I think I'll enjoy it for the rest of my life. Apart from the hornets.

Bees, hornets, wasps and such have 'swarming' seasons when they are looking to expand territory. At such times, they are especially aggressive. Outside of swarming season, they're pretty passive unless provoked.

Beekeepers use smoke to pacify the critters. If you can find the hive, you might want to get a professional to remove it. Or you can try smoking 'em yourself.

Mmmmmm, smoked hornets!

I guess I provoked the pair of them that crawled down the back of my shorts.

Should have given them
a puff of pacifying smoke.

Always looking for the next trendy high.

You're always somewhat confused - you're asking too many existential questions.

You somehow need to erase all that philosophy from the memory banks in your brain.

I'd suggest becoming a sales person of some kind - after having observed a population, I've come to the conclusion that sales persons are much closer to the animal kingdom in the simplicity of what drives them, blissfully ignorant of the human condition.

And unlike managers and executives, they don't seem to get the lobotomy or the brainwashing. Besides, you don't have Executive Hair.

Of course you provoked them! They smelled the "essence of mean crazy drunk".

Cros isn't a mean drunk, but he does tend to lean.

He's not a mean drunk.
He's a bitter drunk.

Last time I saw him, I recall thinking, If I were him, I'd have snapped long ago.
Kudos to Cros for the self-control it takes to be him.

And now, as I've begin opening my bottles on my filing cabinet
because I've misplaced all of my bottle openers,
I believe it's time for a new thread.