snakeplissken

This new blog will show up on the front page any moment. If you are a hopeful or just happen to have a set in member review and you are reading this, please do me a favor. Don't send me a friend request. I'll just delete it. Why? I don't want to be collected. And if we've never spoken, not even once, then you're collecting me. And that annoys me. Enough to hit "not for me" both on the set and if it makes The Council. Nothing personal, just business. Oh fuck, who am I kidding. It is personal.

Anywho, I've rounded up enough bottles to package a batch of beer. But I'll be damned if I can't seem to find the drive and motivation to do it. I just kind of feel like laying around in my underwear, eating cheese, and watching the flickery, movey, talky box

I wish I could distill. I'd love to do the magic on a batch of witbier and infuse it with the traditional spices of curaco, coriander, and chamomile. Lucky for me I met a distiller over the weekend. I shall bring this up to him.

The food orgy over the weekend was a success. EnergyChannel roasted some tomatoes I brought up with shallots and olive oil. Also, love. They were delicious. While that was going on BabyBlue and I went here to purchase BBQ material. Boy those ended up being tasty. The kielbasa made me want to write poems about my love for tube meat. Take that as you will.