Wrath of the Tyrant

Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Boris- Smile

-Beer making equipment

-Beer making ingredients

-Expensive and rare indie music

-Tattoos

-Drugs

-A Reload saddle bag

-The girlfriend

-Your girlfriend

-Any girlfriend

-Traveling

-100 cups of coffee

Please post your own.

Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Doomriders- Black Thunder

Can't live with em. Can't live without em.

...So. How do I do this?

Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Metallica- Justice

I’ll kill every one of my coworkers. Spider senses indicate that in the near future, I’ll have to spend more time with them. Summertime means we all bust our butts as the boss shouts “Arbeit macht frei!” And I can’t help pick apart my coworker’s idiosyncratic work styles that happen to get under my skin. Since leaving Fred Hutch, I’ve never had a coworker I’ve never had some problem with. Most of them are cool people, though, but they spoil most chance of friendship but being lazy slug chodes at work. Which begs the larger question, if I had to work with my best friends, would they be my best friends at all?

Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: CCR- Best of

Completely trumping the mouse-in-the-glove bit, I found a black widow in the rim of one of my returned kegs today. Fortunately, my pants were already dirty, so when I shit them it wasn’t a complete loss. Because it’s never been my thing to stomp on animals, I tried to spray it down the drain. I lost it, somewhere in between it’s discovery and holding the hose. Since then, I keep imagining a prickly sensation crawling up my shirt.

Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Primordial- The Gathering Wilderness

Fuck Yeah.
This is a worthy idea. 
It was made by one of the founders of Moveon.org and the former Chief National Spokesman for the NRA. 
Beer-partisan, indeed.

Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Johnny Cash-- American V

I’m going back to Starbucks for parttime. I need insurance. And attention.

I just finished Grendel. I named the newest brew after him. Double fermented, honey conditioned, hoppy pale. It’s like a Northwestern Mead. Guaranteed to stop most heroes.

Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: BB King- Best of

Right above the brewery, in our business office today, our graphic designer was examining a 22oz bottle of beer at face level when it exploded. She had glass cut her face, eye lid and eye. The explosion was due to a number of factors that were extremely rare. She’s alright, and can still see. Everyone got together at the bar after work (that’s a lot of people, by the way). I’m personally disturbed because I bottled the beer.

Last night I dreamed of the Dalai Lama making a press conference from the lobby of an office building. The way he was standing against the ceiling lights, it appeared that light was circling his head. Then God came in, and was playing football. Very disruptive, but all I could think was that God had a Hell of a throwing arm.