A look inside the Riddled beer fridge.Leftovers from last weekend's
Friday, September 3, 2010
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The bottle is then riddled, so that the lees settles in the neck of the wine bottle... Manual riddling is still done for Prestige Cuvées in Champagne... mechanised riddling equipment (a gyropalette) is used instead. (Wikipedia)
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Inside and out, it beats those big cans of Fosters.
America sux with it's 12-22oz. bottles.
America sux with it's 12-22oz. bottles.
Ahem.
Ahem.
You know, someone who's a dab hand* with the software could phop that to read "Dunwich" rather than "Ipswich".
* Or prehensile flipper.
And some tentacles engulfing the ship...
Ship needs to be replaced by an old mansion.
~
Or a whore.
Just FYI:
searching google images for tentacles at work, not recommended.
There's always room for one whore...
There's always room for more beer!
Hope you and the beer remain unshaken.
Everyone ok?? I hope so.
Adding to the ladeez' hopes. You all are all North Islanders, arentcha?
You people hear about our earthquakes before we do. You need to get lives.
Apparently it was felt by some people in the North Island but this was at 5.30 in the morning so I was in bed by then.
You people hear about our earthquakes before we do. You need to get lives.
Only because our wacky days happen during your nights... Although a new life might be interesting.
The Lovecraft purists amongst us -- you know who you are! -- would probably insist that a Dunwich beer label should allude to batrachian hybrids rather than tentacles, but that is not easy to add to a ship.
I will add in passing that a decent beard goes a long way toward concealing one's gill-slits.
Ahem.
Pfft. 'Tis a growler, an oxidation device and definitely not a bottle. No brewer would ship their beer in growlers.
And don't bring up 40s. The contents are not beer, no matter what the label says.
Please feel free to keep ALL the 7+ Magnitude earthquakes on your side of the world.
The Hayward Fault forms the generally accepted division between my living room and my dining room. The kitchen's on the Hayward side.
The Hayward fault is overdue, based on it's well documented 140 year cycle. One cannot help but be pleased by antipodean earthquakes that drain the strain and ease the pain. Or, well, you know.
"The Big One", as they alternately describe my man parts and the pending temblor will essentially isolate 4 million people from food, fresh water, medical help and services. Sort of like Katrina, but twice as many people and much dryer. We'll be eating illegal aliens by day three, and one of the interesting questions, to me, is the role of the local gangbangers. Will they murder and loot to support their community, or will they murder and loot because, well, why not?
Post earthquake weapon of choice? My Mossberg Mariner shotgun. If it's out of range, it isn't important...
Not a tremble here, thanks for the asking though.
I hear that The Minister of Civil Defense, a prat called John Carter, the Prime mincer and The mister for Unbridled mining, Gerry Brownlee are helicoptering into CHch about now. As if the poor sods have not suffered enough!
but this was at 5.30 in the morning so I was in bed by then.
With all that bottled goodness at hand? Pfft. Fucking lightweight.
PS - I have seemingly forgotten my google password. This comment was brought to you by Pupienus Maximus.
The Hayward fault is overdue, based on it's well documented 140 year cycle. One cannot help but be pleased by antipodean earthquakes that drain the strain and ease the pain. Or, well, you know.
One hopes it took some MOTHERFUCKING STRIKE TAG HERE tension END MOTHERFUCKING STRIKE TAG HERE pressure off the Cascadia fault. Which, by the way, when it slips will likely bring a tsunami to your neighborhood. Where "Pacific rim" = "neighborhood".
Thank you and have a nice day.
The Lovecraft purists amongst us -- you know who you are! -- would probably insist that a Dunwich beer label should allude to batrachian hybrids rather than tentacles, but that is not easy to add to a ship.
AHEM
I'd cry, but the changes have rendered my tear ducts vestigial.
I hear that The Minister of Civil Defense, a prat called John Carter
Civil Defense Minister, or
Warlord of Barsoom?
Good to know you boys are okay. Now, when does the cruise to find R'lyeh start?
I'd cry, but the changes have rendered my tear ducts vestigial.
This might cheer you up.
John Carter (Minister of Civil Defense) was on the radio this morning, telling the interviewer about his intention of flying down to Christchurch to inspect the damage in person.
"How are you travelling?" asks the interviewer slyly.
"On the first commercial flight," says Carter proudly, seeing an opportunity to flaunt his membership of a govt. committed to no-frills thrift, and evidently unaware that the airport in Chchch was closed indefinitely, owing to the recent occurrence of a major earthquake there. Airport staff like to check the tarmac after an Earthquake for damage, apparently. Not to mention the break in the fence, allowing a flock of sheep from Jackson's #2 paddock to wander onto the airstrip.
The whole "airport closure" knowledge was esoteric knowledge, accessible only to(1) sly radio interviewers, and (2) members of Carter's staff, who were at that same time hitching a ride down to Chchch on an Air Force Hercules that was taking down supplies (the Air Force is not so limited by the sheep-on-the-airstrip problem).
Carter might as well be based on Barsoom much of the time, for all the awareness he shows of this planet.
John Carter (Minister of Civil Defense) was on the radio this morning, telling the interviewer about his intention of flying down to Christchurch to inspect the damage in person.
"How are you travelling?" asks the interviewer slyly.
"On a one-man flyer, utilizing the Barsoomian 'eighth ray'. I'll be flying high to avoid the radium-bullets of green Martian raiders."
Carter might as well be based on Barsoom much of the time, for all the awareness he shows of this planet.
Just be thankful he adheres to terrestrial dress codes.
Tell me that ESB stands for Empire Strikes Back
Just be thankful he adheres to terrestrial dress codes.
This was a RADIO interview.
Yeah, Dunwich ale would have a picture of old Miskatonic U. on it, or a stone circle. Or maybe a whippoorwill.
Civil Defense Minister, or
Warlord of Barsoom?
Brother of Randolph.
This was a RADIO interview.
You guys still listen to RADIO? Up here, we use it as a dumping ground for rightwing yammerers and blowhards, and to identify dim-witted waterheads.
Also to play the same six dreadful pop songs repeatedly in random order betwixt endless advertisements for mortgages and the triumphantly euphemistically known "male enhancement products".
Oh yeah. And listening to the Giants when you're in the car...
I am sure you have noticed this.
5.30 in the morning so I was in bed by then
I had just gotten under the covers at 0430, minutes before the most recent ('94) significant L.A. event.
Same thing the next a.m. for the big aftershock.
I draw no conclusions, but if it had happened a third time ...
"Sugar heavy urine excreted by diabetic patients is now being utilized for the fermentation of high-end single malt whisky for export."
Sugar for single malt = ur doin it rong.
But somebody got a good idea about methhead pee.
And, tangentially, don't get caught holding bong water in Minnesota. (This link came up with the results for the methhead link.)
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