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| BEER 2.SHIT |  | Category: Booze
Tuesday, July 29th, 2003 @ 09:48 pm
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Well, the beer we brewed is bottled and will be spending a good 4 or so days building carbonation, then another couple o' sun cycles in the fridge for not only making slighly warm ones into official "cold ones", but also for what's known as "mellowing." Now, I have no idea what that means, but by god, I ain't fucking up my first batch.
Now onto the title of this post "BEER 2.SHIT". As many of you may notice, its a play on words regarding the previous post "BEER 2.0". Actually, it was "STRANGE BREW 2.0" now that I look at it, but shut up, its my website. See, the thing is, the lovely woman in my life went to get ingredients for our second batch today, and while getting ready to brew her up (the beer, not the lovely woman), tragedy struck. Upon opening the molasses like "Malt Extract" container, we happened upon a nice furry layer of mold resting cozily on its surface. Yetch. Gonna have to bring that back tomorrow for some malt that doesn't have a chance of curing the clap.
Of course, by the time we had opened it up, we had already started steeping the grain in water so I guess when we exchange it we'll have to ask if its ok for that shit to sit overnight in the fridge.
Oh, the life of a beermiester is one filled with the highs of intoxication and the lows of putrification.
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| STRANGE BREW 2.0 | | Category: Booze
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003 @ 10:50 am
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 Time to speak once more of the precious brew and the creation thereof.
On Saturday the supplies were acquired and prepared. We decided on trying to stick close to Abita's Turbodog as far as what malt/hops/grain we got. All was go for the brewing to being when disaster struck: the missus got called into work. She told me I could begin, but knowing full well how emotionally attached she was to the whole process, I felt it best to postpone it until Sunday when we could both take part in weaving the beer out of thin beer ingredients.
When Sunday came around, we were rarin' to get a' brewin'. Whipped out all of our supplies and stuffs and started throwing down the mad brew skillz. Boil this, drink beer, soak that, drink beer, dissolve this, drink beer, stir in that, drink beer.
When we were done, we could do nothing but stand in awe at what we had accomplished.
Stay tuned in the coming week(s). Once the entire process is complete, I'll be sure to post a photo-documented step-by-step of the entire process (focusing a lot on the final step: consumption).
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| TRON 2.0 |  | Category: Games
Friday, July 11th, 2003 @ 02:50 pm
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 Welly well. Seeming as the game is close to release, and the demo for said game is out, I'd say its about time to talk about more companies taking twenty-something's fondest memories and bashing them into unrecognizable turdlettes.
There doesn't seem to be all that much in the way of reviews for the demo, I suppose most are going to withhold judgement until the final release of the full game, but that doesn't keep a
vocal few from airing their opinions out in public. If the view spoken of in that link is any indication of the final verdict on the game, it looks like our precious memories will be left where they stand, revered as campy bits of pop culture that when viewed through twenty years of traumatic childhood, adolescent misconduct, teenage rebellion, and the alcoholism of early adulthood, seem like high fucking art.
You may be confused as to why I would say that the gaming sucking ass-nuts would save our beloved Tron. Well, from the buzz on the streets, it seems that they have a script for the Tron 2.0 movie ok'ed, its just waiting for a greenlight from Disney. Disney, on the other hand, seems to be holding out on the greenlight until they see how well the game is received.
If your wondering why I'm saying that by not making the sequel, the original would be spared, go out and rent some sequels to movies that your inner child is emotionally attached to *cough*Phantom Menace*cough*. Or watch a 10-10-220 commercial with Alf in it.
With that being said, if you want to play a real Tron game, do yourself a favor and steer your browser to Armagetron. The screen shot you see up there in this post is from said game, and by golly its a keeper. I've been playing the 0.1.* versions of the game for a couple years now, and I've got quite a warm squishy place in my heart for it. The other day I saw that 0.2.4 was out and swipped it up, post haste. The new and improved version includes such enhancements as "you go a hella lot faster", "the AI is no longer as dumb as a bag of shit without the bag", and "the scrapity-scrape is a lot easier to achieve." For those not "in the know", the "scrapity-scrape" is not a vicious strain of gential herpes, but a move in the game wherein you drive so close to a player created cycle-wall that sparks begin to fly off of the contact point and you start accelerating at an ass-blistering rate.
Its also made for pretty much every operating system under the sun, good show! If you have the means, I highly recommend picking it up.
[ED Note: If you have windows and want to play armagetron like it looks in the above screenshot, and not with the assy default graphics and sounds, download and install the movie packs after you install it.]
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| I'M BACK! |  | Category: Social
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003 @ 11:46 pm
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 I just flew back in town yesterday, and boy is my penis tired! Cause, I, um, swung it around like a helicoper. Don't tell anybody... and the pictures are staying in my private stash. Mustache.
I've been steady drinking since getting back, trying to make up for lost time. I doubt this will be much of an issue tommorow when my 3 day July Fourth weekend starts. I plan to kill myself with booze. KILL myself I say!
What's the plans, peeps? Who's partying where and how hard is what I want to know. I've sat at home countless weekends, then when I plan to live it up, I get sent to the ass-end of the country for a week. I am ready to die for fun. I will let you punch me in the face if you have an ice cold beer in your hand when you do it. Why? I don't know! Maybe the act will force the alcohol into my bloodstream via violent osmosis. I'm making this up as I go along people!
So, barbeques? Nights out? Poolside escapades? Fireworks? What's the dealio? You people must have planned veritable mountains of fun in my absence. I will drink myself to death, then the first person who bought me a drink gets to whip out defibrillators, rub them together, yell "BEER!", then shock me back to life and hand me another one. See that "beer" thing was a play on "clear" that people say when they... ah shit, nevermind.
Well, fill up the comments with your plans of three day weekend greatness, so that I may dip into it with my cowboy hat and drink from its brim like the badass half-cowboy, half-pirate, half-ninja that I am.
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