I lamp.

I flew in the 60's...as an egg.

Shhh...I'm meditating.

In the depths of the deep sea,
in the night of long lists,
like a horse your silent
silent name runs past.

Lodge me at your back, oh shelter me,
appear to me in your mirror, suddenly,
upon the solitary, nocturnal pane,
sprouting from the dark behind you.

Flower of sweet total light,
bring to my call your mouth of kisses,
violent from separations,
resolute and delicate mouth.

Now then, in the long run,
from oblivion to oblivion the rails
reside with me, the cry of the rain:
what the dark night preserves.

Welcome me in the threadlike evening,
when at dusk it works upon
its wardrobe and in the sky a star
twinkles filled with wind.

Bring your substance deep down to me,
heavily, covering my eyes,
let your existence cut across me, supposing
that my heart is destroyed.



P.N.

I will let my beer do the talking on this one:



"This is one lacerative mother of a beer. It is unequivocally certain that your feeble palate is grossly inadequate and thus undeserving of this liquid glory ...and those around you would have little desire to listen to your resultant whimpering.

Instead, you slack-jawed gaping gobemouche, slink away to that pedestrian product which lures agog the great unwashed with the shiny happy imagery of its silly broadcast propaganda.

You know, the one that offers no challenge, yet works very very hard to imbue the foolhardy with attempts to convey the perception it is in some way 'authentic' or 'original'.
Its the one that makes you feel safe and delactates you into basking in the warm, fuzzy, and befuddling glow of your own nascence.

Why so many allow themselves to be led by the nose lacks plausible explanation. Perhaps you have been so lulled by the siren song of ignorance, that you don't even notice your white knuckle grip on it. You feel bold and unique, but alas are nothing but sheep, willingly herded to and fro.

If you think you are being piqued in this text, it is nothing when compared to the insults we are all asked to swallow streaming forth from our televisions. Truth be told, you are being coddled into believing you are special or unique by ethically challenged 'pay-no-attention-to-the-man-behind-the-curtain' marketing exec-types.

Double Bastard Ale calls out the garrulous caitiffs who perpetrate the aforementioned atrocities, and those that buy into them, and demands retribution for their outrageously conniving, intentionally misleading, blatantly masturbatory and fallacious ad campaigns."

Yep, that about says it all right there. And its not really exaggerating either. Up until the end of the 90's Budweiser forced their distributors to sign exclusive contracts so that no Micro-breweries could get their products distributed. Basically a big fat middle finger to anyone that didnt want their piss-water.

I really dont care what you drink, but dont ever try and tell me that crap-in-a-can is actual beer. People drink it because they dont know any better and this ignorance has been fostered by years of relentless ad-campaigns and market abuse.

edit:Cheers.

Isn't everybody?
Ha!

I love Delirium, especially the Nocturnum.
Have you tried their winter seasonal?



Verrry tasty.

Rawr!
Daaamn girl,you're so hot when you're chewing out little children that take sheeit too personally.
Ooopsy! Now I'm late for my Gay-bashing frat boy hate rally!



Remember kids, this could happen to you. If you or someone you know, ever has the sudden urge to be a wanker, hand them a real beer. Light beer kills brain cells. Friends don't let friends drink light beer.

This public service message brought to you by Gay-bashing Frat Boys for a Better Tomorrow, Taco Bell, the letter D, and the number 2.

Just as long as you dont ask for a Michelobe Ultra...

My resolution is to not make any resolutions.

Soak the chicken in buttermilk overnight before hand. Truuuuust me. Just do it.

Oh no! Look at all that sludge!

Awww pookie...dont get all butt-hurt! Its ok, if you want a Mich Ultra I'll put a straw in it and bring it to kids table for you. You're so cute with the name calling btw.

Heh heh...funny you should say that...

And yes Kim I'd say they were big enough...

Stuffed Halibut getting ready to go in.

Alaskan King Crab "Nachos".



Mmmm nacho crab! Get your own!

So good, they didnt even need any butter for dipping.

Damn, I take some pretty food pictures...

Also I skipped the eggrolls and dropped the drunken rice and rocked out with my Lobster Rissoto instead...Mm Mm MMMM!

And steaming the legs off in the Arrogant Bastard was a verrrrry good call.
Thanks again Kim, it was a feast!


edit:the Pics seem to be malfunctioning, I'll try posting them again.

Yeeeah...this is the BEER thread, not the canned water thread.


DID YOU KNOW?: That "Light" beer was created in the early 1800's when parents would water down their home brew so that the little kids could have some with dinner?






Light beer should come in little cartons with a straw and a cartoon animal on it. JMO.

But of course.

This thread is about to flip but I dont know how many more posts it'll take...