The general smiled. “No,” he said. “Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford. I live… for Grizzly-Boom Tennis.”
Label: In 1987, when we arrived in Bamberg, Germany for the first time, St. Otto was not there to greet two thirsty travelers in a rented Fiat. He’d been dead for 848 years but we were alive, and our recent visit to the Belgian brewery of Orval only fanned the flames of our desire for fermented pleasures. The smoked malt (‘rauch’) beers of this lovely town where St. Otto was once Bishop were our siren song, luring us into deep, exotic flavors that we never before imagined in beer. Three decades later we wondered what smoked malt might add to a Belgian-style dubbel ale. Here is it, an Otto revival of sorts. We hope it helps rejuvenate some of our brain cells that were martyred in Bamberg so long ago. – The Brewmasters of Victory
If anybody in PA would be kind enough to send me some, I’ll gladly give you my mailing address.
Seriously? Look, don’t get me wrong, I love living in the south, and I love Memphis, but I mean, FFS, seriously?
Christ Community has flat-out-stated that they cannot actually fulfill the requirements of the law, and these idiots still voted for them to get the contract?
Open message to commissioners Brent Taylor, Wyatt Bunker, Justin Ford, James Harvey, Steve Mulroy, Mike Ritz, Terry Roland, Chris Thomas, and Heidi Shafer: You have completely failed at doing your god damn job.
Sometimes I think we should have a religious test for public office. It should be this: if you’re religious, then you cannot hold a public office. But then I remember that we live in a free society and people are free to be idiots if they want to be and sometimes the rest of us just have to put up with that. Sigh…
Got a call from a blocked number while I was writing the last post. I get a lot of these, but this one left a weird voicemail. Could be an issue with the digital recording or something at the beginning, but still… weird.
Any clues? Feel free to listen online or to download the MP3.
Also, if you remix it into a song, I at least want a mention in the credits.
Ninja Edit: On the plus side, this is another reason why I love Google Voice. It took me under a minute from getting this weirdness to posting it on the blog. Seriously, Google Voice is awesome.