Every EVERY goddamn fucking finger of mine twitches and my teeth vibrate and my mind is a fucking circus. Smooth rolling bourbon and brandy and sanity I guess.

Have you ever seen Roxanne Pulitzer's tits?

Jesus.

How to buy a house.

I'm grinding my teeth into dust right now.

Anxiety.

I'm shaking like I've drank a pot of coffee when in fact I haven't had a cup of coffee in over ten years.

I CANNOT FUCKING RELAX.

I bet your ass smells like birthday cake.

Been on a HST kick lately. Going as far as reading two books on or about the Dr at the same time. Lookout, badass here. I also decided to buy some Wild Turkey and see what that was all about. First sip was harsh. Then I recalled seeing Hunter always filling his glass with a handful of ice before filling it.

Much better.

It's a good thing I don't own a gun. I'm tempted to shoot propane tanks out in the middle of Killingsworth everytime a drunk and often yammering pud walks down the street talking to himself.

I'm also tempted to act and talk like the Doctor. It's hard not to. When you read his books, watch his documentaries, and drink his bourbon, how don't you? You don't because it's the easy way out. It's easy to copy. It's not so easy to think straight.

I like Makers Mark better. I'm not a gun nut.

I am a fan of explosions. I love seeing flames tongue kissing the atmosphere. I love the boom.

Let's Dance.

These days, are the day's.

When the thunder will flow like wine.

When the pain falls from the vine.

When the constipated swine will rise.

The newly born will define

The only things they've known

Someday they figure

It'll finish, an atomic glow.

Lets Dance.

Now. I. Am.

Piss drunk on fire-hydrant soap.

Red Fang

Stephen Colbert

Mila Kunis

Go to bed assholes.

You just need to know........

that I'm drunk. Consider it and relish in it.

MELVINS.

Are a big pile of my life again. I went to the Seattle Endless Residency shows and loved em. Except for the 6 little puds that were at their first 21+ show (4 of whom got kicked out during Anaconda) the show was great ( haha and fuck you, you little dicks shits, I told you to chill). You didn't listen and you little fucks got what you deserved. Especially you, you little bleached blond cunt-boy. Hope you enjoyed the 2 hour show that you got to see about 15 minutes of. You're going to lead a rich, full life. I can tell. Have fun with your consistent black-eye's and lack of friends!

Enough!

I'm considering making this a....

beer blog. Well, a blog that let's me bullshit about the beer I make, and sometimes, the food I make to accompany the beer, or food made WITH my beer.

Only because I've been working for hours ( at times ) to get my recipe's right. I've made seven batch's so far. Five have been bottled, and mostly, drank. The other two were brewed this weekend and are sitting in the fermenters. Yesterday we made my beer, which was an Imperial Dark Stout that I'm calling N.A.P. Dark Imperial Vanilla Stout. Today, we made Cat's choice, which was a Honey Orange Heff. Catchy name undecided as of now.

For next weekend, I'm making a holiday ale. The name came to me immediatly. Holy Dale Holiday Ale. Named after Dale Crover of course. I plan on it being a nice, warming, kick your ass ale. At least 9.5 % ABV and spiced up with nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla, and orange zest. I want this to be something to keep your wimpy ass warm on a winter night.

My HDHA will be the second beer I've named regarding the Melvins. I made an IIPA a few months ago, and Dog Island came on while I was bottling, and my Dog Island Imperial IPA was named. Almost 9 oz. of hops in the boil, and dry hopped with another 2 oz. made it a damn strong and hoppy beer. It came in second out of 15 beers at a tiny homebrew competition a few weeks ago. I missed first place by 2 points. For it being the fifth batch I've ever made, I'll take it. I'm going to make it again very soon, with some minor changes to the hop schedule, and maybe add a darker malt, just to deepen up the taste and color a bit.

Well, I think that's enough........I'll write more on this later.

Oh...........and I made some killer fucking pork ribs and corn on the bbq tonight. It went well with the DogFish Head 60 minute IPA.