It's so funny sitting here listening to the yahoos at the bar in the brewpub try to out beer-knowledge each other.

I think I may have encountered The Worst Person in the World today. She came in the form of an over-made up woman in her late fifties at the Munster, Indiana post office ( Read more... )

I was just accepted as a member of the Pink Boots Society. Whoo!

In other news, no one's at the brewery today and the few of us who are here are having trouble getting motivated to do any work.

These dudes are about to play roller hockey. (I have skates, but no stick...)

Apparently I started using livejournal in January of 2002. How crazy is that?

I made these on Saturday, based on my favorite chocolate cupcake recipe from The Black Oven.


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Facebook is a hotbed of wanting to correct your friends' friends' grammar.

I have no internet at home anymore. Again.

Stop getting passwords, morons who didn't get passwords when you first got internet service.

...I can't use Comcast again; they are dicks.

What, this old thing?

If God wanted people to see your five foot picture of the aborted fetus, he wouldn't keep sending wind to blow it down, and you wouldn't have to keep picking it up off the sidewalk.

I can't remember ever in my life having hung out with Nick Floyd and NOT been painfully and horribly hungover the next day.