Threat rating: extremely low. You may think you can subvert the government, but if you should try you will be smited mightily because God likes us best.
Frosti AKA "The Dude" Beerman has been unavoidably detained by his not being able to access PF at all today (Hey Lance, what's up with that, anywho? It's been wonky on the access all week). I'm stopping in to say "Hi!" to all you faithful BEER! readers
<sound of crickets chirruping> er, uh, and to assure you that the frothy light banter will resume as soon as Frosti gets home and runs in here to see what I've done. Until then, kick back and have a six-pack or two while ya' wait.
Why worry about today what you can put off until after the beer is gone, I always say. Ready for another? it's a shame to pound good beer, but I'm thirsty.
Hey, guess what. Today, I saw that my first issue of Paste Magazine arrived and I was quite excited. I had forgotten I'd even signed up, since it had been so long. I eagerly showed it to the wife. She says, "Oh, you wanted those? I thought they were junk mail and have been recycling them."
Erin McKeown is nothing if not surprising: the quiet girl wearing the Fluevogs and an impish smile is also the Brown-educated multi-instrumentalist who writes gorgeous, literate pop songs and looms much larger than her petite five-foot frame when she’s performing onstage.
Don't know her. But I'm currently listening to the Paste Sampler disc that came with the mag. One comes with every mag. My others have been recycled. Sigh.
Threat rating: extremely low. You may think you can
subvert the government, but if you should try
you will be smited mightily because God likes
us best.
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Frosti AKA "The Dude" Beerman has been unavoidably detained by his not being able to access PF at all today (Hey Lance, what's up with that, anywho? It's been wonky on the access all week).
I'm stopping in to say "Hi!" to all you faithful BEER! readers
<sound of crickets chirruping> er, uh, and to assure you that the frothy light banter will resume as soon as Frosti gets home and runs in here to see what I've done.
Until then, kick back and have a six-pack or two while ya' wait.
Hey, it's a beer forum after all.
Does this mean we get to drink up his stash of Good Beer he hasn't been offering us?
I think it's over there in the fridge behind the couch. I'll get it!
<cracks open a couple Dogfish Head Brwery's "Immort-ales" and hands one to amie>
Pull up a couch!
Woo!
<pulls up couch, sips beer>
Something tells me we'll pay for this when he gets back, but who cares...
Why worry about today what you can put off until after the beer is gone, I always say. Ready for another? it's a shame to pound good beer, but I'm thirsty.
And we need to hurry, he could get back any minute.
<pounds beer>
Your turn to pick one! He's got about fifty different choices in there squirreled away.
Hey you kids get outta there! I'm calling your parents, and you'll be raking my yard for a year to pay me back for those beers!
Oh shit, we're in trouble now, Sparky.
You betcha. For punishment, I'm gonna make you listen to Dennis DeYoung solo material.
Ha, try and make me.
Anyone having trouble with yahoo today?
Yahoo has been just ducky. PF, on the other hand...
For the last hour it's been saying they were having trouble accessing my account and I should try again in 10 mins.
Maybe punishment for your behavior here?
Heh. I don't like punishment.
No?
<checks calendar, sure that it must be opposite day>
I don't like punishment. I like activities which one associates with punishment, but not when they're actually punishment.
<noted>
<singing>
'"Is this the train to Desert Moon?"
was all she said
but I knew I'd heard
that stranger's voice before.'
Sheesh. I knew I shouldn't have had that 14th beer. Hee.
You know, I was looking at those lyrics all dang day yesterday and I still can't remember the melody of the song. I think I repressed that memory.
Have your cell phone? I can call and refresh your memory. Heh.
<quietly turning off cell phone>
Hey, guess what. Today, I saw that my first issue of Paste Magazine arrived and I was quite excited. I had forgotten I'd even signed up, since it had been so long. I eagerly showed it to the wife. She says, "Oh, you wanted those? I thought they were junk mail and have been recycling them."
Ooooh, I just love her.
Don't know her. But I'm currently listening to the Paste Sampler disc that came with the mag. One comes with every mag. My others have been recycled. Sigh.
Aww, bless your heart.
Is there an Erin song on the cd?
Nope.
Hmpfth.
What? I didn't choose the tracks. I's innocent!
<Trying desperately not to laugh>
so, dear wife has been... tossing your magazines? Hee.
Nope, it's not funny. It's a travesty, dammit.
But kind of funny.
I laughed.
Yeah. Ha.
My new ride:
Sweet.
Needs color though. Heh.
White is all colors.
Yeah, yeah. Now get brave and give the kids the paint!
You're both lucky bastards. I'd be stuck just about anywhere with Johnny Depp.
And you get to be stuck longer.
Mrs. Frosti will be stuck with George W Bush.
Bless her heart.
Aack! That's horrible. But thank her for taking one for the team.
Oh, to be a fly on the wall for those 13 years...
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