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The world is overrun by animals, great and small, fanged and feathered, all eating each other in perfect harmony. Man is the party pooper. He'll eat pig and pretend it's pork. He'll devour a chicken but not a kitten, a turkey but not a Turk... it's sneaky, symbolic, unappetizing, ego-supportive, duty to God and country- never with a good pot roast in mind. No cheerful, honest cannibalism. Alas, alas. --TR
May. 10th, 2008 @ 04:49 pm NOTIMEFORLOVEDR.JONES!
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May. 10th, 2008 @ 04:41 pm Possible tax refund/stimulus check spending options
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-Beer

-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

 

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May. 8th, 2008 @ 11:34 pm Ok wait.
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Can't live with em. Can't live without em.

...So. How do I do this?

May. 6th, 2008 @ 07:30 pm Crap^(sigma*)
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The first day back at the store was a big crap complex. What the Hell did I think I was doing going back to the hub of all things fake and unsettling? I hate my boss, and the only reason I enjoy my coworkers is that they remind me of not being at the Bux. Pay is shit and unrewarding. And then there’s the dynamic customer base. So why am I here?  Health insurance? What the fuck! How fucking ethical is insurance?!

 

Sigh. Anyways, the brewery has more than compensated this week, so I should really quite bitching. Tomorrow we sit down for a recipe pow wow with the brewers. The ultimate goal is to do special one-off batches for the Elysian using our own recipes. I’ve gotten most all the opportunities I’ve dreamed of within the past few days. But dreams don’t pay the bills. If wishes were horses we’d all be eatin steak. I think a great man once said that.

Apr. 30th, 2008 @ 07:47 pm Destiny versus fate. Discuss.
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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?

Apr. 28th, 2008 @ 08:16 pm If wishes were horses, we’d all be eatin steak
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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.

Apr. 27th, 2008 @ 08:10 pm High Altitude Low Tyranny
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My girlfriend tells me I was talking in my sleep last night, repeating one word over and over. When questioned/ interrogated about what I was dreaming, I answered truthfully: Rocket ships piloted by rats and squirrels. She laughed quizzically, telling me the word I was repeating was, without a doubt, ‘Boobs.’
Apr. 20th, 2008 @ 10:18 pm Comin to save the motherfuckin day
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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.

Apr. 18th, 2008 @ 10:16 pm If first you don't succeed, parachuting is not for you
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It seems like the only acceptable promotion one can get in the beer industry is with some level of catastrophe within the brewery. Take today for instance. The secretary is out due to glass in the eye. The bosses are off in San Diego for the Craft Brewers Conference. The Elysian Fields brewer is back home for a death in the family. And the brewer on the Hill burned his leg so blistering bad that he couldn't move, much less left levers and valves for a full brew day. So instead of going to the hospital like he should have, he called me in, and told me how to brew on our system, step by step, from a chair on the brew deck. While I don’t object do such advantageous answering of my prayers, I found the day completely lacking sanity.

 

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.

Apr. 14th, 2008 @ 09:45 pm Seventh Tyrant of a Seventh Tyrant
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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.