New Home Discovery.

Apparently I'm not the only one finding strange things in newly purchased homes. My friend Tom found several geiger counters in his recently purchased condo. With a discovery like this it is really easy to question the mental health of the previous owner, but I recommend waiting till you turn that thing on first. You'd hate to get a little egg in your face if that needle should go nuts.

Potosi Brewing Co.

"The museum looks like a bar and the bar looks like a museum". The beer museum and attached microbrewery in the scenic town of Potosi Wisconsin, on the banks of the mighty Mississippi river, is a must see for anyone who enjoys craft brews. Aside from the great beers, great bar and interesting museum, a particularly appalling incident took place. A friend asked the bar tender if the beer steins behind the bar were for sale and she replied "Whats a stein". At a shithole bar this is understandable, at a microbrewery this is frowned upon, at a microbrewery with a museum showcasing the history of brewing this should grounds for termination.

Stockholm's

The worst Microbrew I have ever been served is on tap at Stockholm's in Geneva, Il. Upon initial sip of this English Pale Ale my face cringed at the sour punch in the mouth. I tried real hard but I couldn't finish it after more than an hour. This is the only time in my life I’ve gone to a bar of any kind and couldn’t finish a beer and left. The food was great but the beer is God Awful.

Tin Can

I read an article that I really need to share. The topic of the article was the historic relevance of canning food. I'll paraphrase. In 1820 some explorers brought food stored in tin cans as they were attempting to cross the arctic in a sailboat. They died. Most recently them and several tin cans of veal were recovered. The contents of one can was fed to a cat and the cat suffered no ill effects. When I read this it reminded me of the Yadda Yadda episode of Seinfeld. They clearly skipped the best part, which would have certainly been the part where one scientist saw an opportunity to potentially eliminate one nuisance cat, obviously his wife's, by feeding it 189 year old veal.


(Clever photo to follow)

Man, Where was I?

One thing I've come to love about riding my motorcycle is the way in which I randomly find gas station receipts in my leather jacket from various parts of the country with no recollection of ever having been there. Here's one I found the other day from 9/29/07 1:32 pm in Williamsburg KY. I never thought I'd ever been there, but apparently i was, and purchased 3.68 gallons of premium gasoline there.

Photo: the receipt, I smudged out the signature for obvious reasons.

Eyeballs! (my actual boot camp nickname)

Somehow I managed to scratch my eyeball. Once this happened I realized how bright it really is everywhere, so bright in fact I can feel the fluorescent bulb burning through the back of my freaking skull.