I haven’t shaved at all, I mean not even maintenance work, etc, since Nov. 1st. While I don’t mind it on a daily basis, it’s been playing on my psyche, I think. On 2 occasions, I’ve had dreams that suddenly I’ve been clean shaven, and it scares me. It takes me a bit to realize it’s a dream and that I still have my beard. Last night’s dream left me with just a mustache (I like to spell it moustache, for some reason – I think that should be the official spelling). I have no idea why I’m having these dreams and the whole situation seems pretty weird to me.
Other than that, I’ve got another week before I bottle my beer. I want to get a swamp heater/chiller going so I can better control the temperature of my bottles and my fermenters. I think that would help more with quality control purposes.
I got a new cap, a black New Era Montreal Expos hat, it looks like this: Since they don’t make a black Detroit Tigers hat with a white D (or at least not one I can find easily), I decided to go with a defunct franchise (the Expos eventually migrated to Washington DC where they’re known as the Nationals, FYI). The only problem is, I paid quite a bit of cash for this hat, and it has a glaring imperfection. The MLB logo on the back of the hat is crooked, not parallel to the bottom of the hat, and it’s off center. It’s not terribly noticeable, but like I said, I paid a decent amount of money for the hat and I want it to be as advertised, not some crooked shit. New Era’s support says they’ll get back to you in 24 hours but it’s been 5 days and I haven’t heard shit about it. And I ordered it directly from them, not from some fly by night two-bit operation – unless New Era is actually a fly by night two-bit operation, of course.
I’m going to open this entry with one of the most cliched opening lines to any online blog or journal entry. “It’s been a while since I updated this thing”, but indeed it has. I’ve posted random videos and some drivel about how I’m uninspired by life in general, but I thought I’d take some time to update this space because I actually like to go back and read my old entries and laugh at myself because I’m probably the only one that thinks that I’m funny. I’m going to just hit plan on my ipod and let the funk flow while I write down some thoughts.
Oddly enough, the first song that comes up on my ipod when I just hit play is “Aquarius” by The Nat Adderley Sextet, and it goes a little something like this:
Anyhow, lately I’ve been really reading a lot about brewing beer. I’ve been drinking beer a lot too, but I’ve been reading just about anything I can get my hands on about brewing beer and last Sunday I brewed my first beer – a honey nut brown ale. I’ll tell you what, a lot of people say that the waiting is the hardest part about brewing beer. Let me tell you, truthier shit has never been said. This has been a test in patience. I can’t wait to have some of that shit to see if it’s turned out to be straight spaghetti salad garbage juice, heaven in a bottle or somewhere in between. I’m hoping its either somewhere in between or heaven in a bottle.
So since this is my little pet project, I’m stressing out about it. Is it the right temperature? Is it fermenting enough? Did I do enough of this? Did I blah blah blah. I have to go against that worrying instinct that I have and just learn to leave it alone – which I’m doing thankyouverymuch. I have my fermenter sitting in my downstairs bathroom in the shower and I have towels wrapped around it, and I have the door closed so it keeps some heat in there since if you didn’t know, I live in the arctic circle (we usually keep the house at 60 degrees). Katie likes to joke about how I baby the wort (beer before it’s beer for you common hillfolk), but hey… I’ve spent a lot of money on this shit, it better be good! Why ruin it by keeping it too hot or too cold? Yeah…
Work has been busy. That’s really the main reason that I haven’t updated much. I usually do it when I’m bored at work, but now I’m not bored because I’m always busy doing something or the other. This week, however, has been a slow one, and I’m appreciating that like never before. When it’s not busy I like it the first day or so but then I feel like I’m forgetting to do something, then when it is busy, I don’t like being busy, but I like that the days go by faster.
I have no idea where “The Funky Wasteland” came from, I thought I saw it somewhere, but I went back to where I was and it wasn’t there. It’s one of those things where you are flying by some text and it’s almost as if these technically 3 words popped up and slapped your eyeballs. Anyhow, that’s not what I was going to write about.
This weekend I am regretting getting totally wasted on bud lite around my in laws and being the only person to sing Karaoke on the dock to Mister Mister’s “Broken Wings”. While I don’t regret the getting wasted, or the singing, I regret that I had to waste this incredible spectacle on the SQUARE assed people who were there to witness it, because it’s all I heard about while I stumbled up the stairs to pass out on the couch. I’m sorry if you’re too chicken shit to express yourself to this beautiful hit of the 1980’s, but in the words of the ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA… don’t bring me down, bruce (I know, now, thanks to Wikipedia that the lyrics are actually “Don’t bring me down, Gruß”, but seriously, don’t bring me down).
I also regret being laid out all day like an old man by the massive hangover that hasn’t seemed to go away yet. I may also regret almost throwing my nephew off the boat several times. While I barely remember it, I do remember that instead of actually holding onto him, I could have just as easily thrown him overboard and not thought twice about it as I grabbed for another beer.
I also was at one point taking pictures of things including myself with my phone (which I almost lost), and this one happened to be my favorite of the ones I was just reviewing.
I’ve noticed that these random musings of my daily life are becoming less frequently as of late. Let me update myself on my life.
Katie recently got her cast off, and is actually walking around. I started getting resentful being her chauffer for the last few weeks and not really getting any time to myself to do what I want to do. Once I realized that’s a total dick thought, and this won’t last forever, I got over it. Hopefully her recovery stays on track and she’ll be back to independence soon. Today was the first day that she’s been able to drive herself to work, so I’m sure the end is in sight.
This weekend, we went and saw Terminator: Salvation, and I yelled at some 14 year olds because they wouldn’t shut their damned mouths. Needless to say, I felt like quite the tough guy! I don’t think it wouldn’t have bothered me so much if I hadn’t just paid almost $40 on movie tickets and popcorns just to have some bratty assed kids dropped off at the movies by mommy and daddy so that they could get some space from their anal spawn. If your kid can’t shut up, don’t let the movie theater be their baby sitter, please.
I also bought a grill and put it together on Saturday. I celebrated by drinking myself stupid on Sierra Nevada summer fest lagers, which were delicious (as far as lagers go). Sunday I grilled at my parents house where James proceded to eat almost everything off the table including about 5 hotdogs and 3 hamburgers which he stuffed into his face at once. I’m surprised his face doesn’t have it’s own gravitational field once he opens up his mouth. I also don’t understand how he stays reasonably thin when he eats like a professional football team.
Monday was spent over Katie’s sister’s house where more beers were drunk, in this case Magic Hat Wacko.
Also, in the last week my power supply on my pc shit the bed. Unfortunately, when I pulled it off, I didn’t realize that the cables ran under my heat sink so that meant more money for thermal paste that the store forgot to send me (or so I thought). I went to radio shack and got thermal paste and days later after I had everything working again I realized that they taped the thermal paste to the bottom of the power supply box. Because I never set the box on a solid surface, instead put it either on carpet or on my little futon thing, I never realized it was there. Now I have two tubes of thermal paste and nothing to use it on. So.. I think I’m going to save up money to build a new pc. Hooray.
I let Raz give me a haircut on Friday. I bought some new clippers and saw some videos on Youtube, so I figured I was a good instructor, and he could give me a sweet fade. It took about 40 minutes, but he didn’t do a bad job, and only left a few longer patches. I ended up going to get myself a look (wow, Check it out!) on Saturday morning just to clean it up a little bit. I’m so anal about my hair even though I wear a hat 80% of the time. I need to get out of the wearing a hat rut again, so I need to will myself out of this hat. I also want to get back to the guy that used to cut my hair a while back because it always seemed like he did a really good job.
Saturday was spent shopping with Katie. It was tiring. We left the house at about 11 and we got home eventually around 9 or so and ended up catching up on some TV shows that we’ve been neglecting. I got a couple bottle openers out of the shopping deal, and a few pilsner glasses to enjoy assorted beers in. She picked up clothes for her vacation she’s going on in a few days. I almost scored myself a mouth harp, but I decided I’d probably fuck around with it for an hour or two and then totally forget about it. It was only 8 dollars, and I”m regretting not buying it, but I’m sure it will present itself again.
Sunday, we lazed around for a while and went to see “Observe and Report”. It was bad. I think there was a single audible guffaw throughout the entire movie. The jokes were flat, and the characters weren’t funny at all. There was an extended scene where two characters just say “fuck you” back and forth for about 3 or 4 minutes. Comedy gold, right there. After that we went to Sam’s club and I scored a case of Bell’s Oberon, and we went over to Katie’s sister’s for dinner where I polished off 4 or 5 beers.
I’ve been getting the itch to work on music again, which happens about once a year and I end up maybe completing 1 song and then my mind moves on to something else that I get the itch to work on. If I could focus my brain on one productive activity, I’d be a star!
I went to a wine/beer tasting on Saturday. I knew there wasn’t going to be much in the beer department, and I was right. They had these punch cards that you had to wear around your neck and they were supposed to punch a whole each time you had a drink. I tried the 8 beers out of 80 different drinks and I tried sake for the first time and didn’t get a punch on my card. After the tasting we all went out to the bar and had a few beers and played shuffleboard.
Sunday we went out to Mayberry park and hiked around on their trails. I’d like to go back out there in different clothes and check out a few more of their trails. We tried to go to a cider mill before the trails, but there were people lined up for a while. We decided it wasn’t worth standing in line for an hour to get glorified juice. Besides, I had already eaten like crap and that was just going to pile it on.
I realized that I had a hard drive failure on my hands Monday. My desktop’s primary drive is taking a massive dump and I can boot my OS for about 30 minutes, max before it reboots. While it’s an easy fix, I just have to wait for the new drive, and I can’t really get to my movies and music and stuff. I’m waiting to get screenshots of a movie for my site, so that sucks.
So anyhow, I don’t have really anything to write besides that. No personal feelings to share – since this really isn’t private, and I don’t feel like putting my feelings out there right now, so… yep, that’s it.