The final season of Game of Thrones, the greatest achievement in televised violence and incest since Dexter, has proceeded, so far, at a surprisingly measured pace, considering the season's abbreviated six-episode length and the intimidating number of still-unresolved plot threads. We can safely expect that'll change tonight, with Jon, Dany,
I asked in the DFO clubhouse if anyone did New Year's Resolutions. The response was basically the banner image.
Some choice comments:
King Hippo: I made a New Year's Resolution to stop making New Year's Resolutions about 10 years ago. And it stuck! Fuck yo' social rituals of illusory self-improvement.
I don't love champagne. That's a hell of a thing to say to you Commentists after being away so long, I know, but it's the only honest way for me to launch back into this. I've had some good champagnes, and they were fine, but I've had to conclude that
Good afternoon fellow Beer Barrelites. Once more, Low Commander is here to ramble on about some beer he tried this past week, allowing make it snow to full dedicate himself to his fantastic Oscar's previews. "But if the Oscar's were last night," you might ask, "why are you filling in
Greetings Commentists, lurkers, drunkards and all general riff-raff, to another edition of the Beer Barrel. Low Commander here, filling it for make it snow as he prepares for the avalanche of Oscars previews. which turned out to be perfect timing as I found something that I really wanted to share
I sometimes think we're not experimenting enough, as a society, with hoppy beer. Sure, it seems like someone's cultivated a new hop every month, sometimes bringing brand new flavors to the table, but most brewers seem largely content to let the hops stand on their own, rather than try to
In Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, Dr. Leonard McCoy, thrown back in time to the 1980s, tells a contemporary materials engineer that, if he accepts Montgomery Scott's detailed formula for transparent aluminum, he will be (in the words of 18th-century playwright Edward Moore) "rich beyond the dreams of avarice." There's
If I ever tell you there are two kinds of beer I love, I'm bullshitting you. There are a million kinds of beer I love. There's not a BJCP-certified style out there that hasn't produced at least one beer I thought was amazing, and as for off-style beers, well, I
Hey guys! Remember me? It's make it snow, the beer guy! No, not that beer guy. The alot of beer. Circumstances have conspired -- specifically, they've conspired with my innate laziness -- to keep me away for some time now. A lot's changed, but perhaps most importantly, I'm in Denver
I don't remember exactly when I first became aware of what barrel-aged beer, like, was. I definitely learned the names of some barrel-aged beers not long after getting into beer; I knew that Kentucky Breakfast Stout was supposed to be good, despite not knowing why it was good, or how it
It's been a while, hasn't it? I don't know about you guys, but a lot's happened in the snow household since I last wrote about beer here. We've gotten married (yes, to each other!), we've quit our jobs, and in two weeks we'll be moving to the land of my
Hi, tonight is the night I am stepping in for BeerguyDan who is just back from Chile trying to sell stolen phones or something along those lines. This would be my virgin Open Thread blog and there is very little sportsing going on so I will just ramble then go