My thought.
With the exception of a boat-load of photos that I have uploaded, I realized I haven't actually typed too many words lately.
I can't really say that I have too much to report. There isn't all that much to get into. I stopped at the store on the way home, and they were out of Guinness. So because of this, I decided to try out one of the other alternatives that were next to the empty slot. I picked up a four-pack of Beamish. It doesn't taste that bad, but it isn't quite the same flavor (to those in the know, the initial flavor was similar, but the finish was the most noticeably different). This isn't my first deviation from my attention to Guinness. It is a drink that I fondly compare to a meal, it is so thick, when I tried to use a straw (taking a sip before the foamy head settled down) it was like a milkshake it was so tough to take a pull. I tried Murphy's a few weeks ago, and that wasn't quite as good either. Nothing is really quite like the big one.
Oh, the 8th and final series of Red Dwarf has made it to DVD after an eternity! Plenty of bonus features, I haven't even made it all the way through them yet! (They have a fight montage of all the show's major fight scenes, set to the tune of "Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting") And I must say that Brits really know how to use "language of questionable content". As Americans we know how to say one or two words really well: fuck and shit. Seriously that's pretty much it, isn't it? Brit's practically have a separate dictionary just for foul language. That is the kind of country that I could live in, or emigrate to. If I found a job over there, you bet I would seriously consider it.
I have been reading a book that I picked up from Barnes & Noble: "English Castles". It is something to be said that they were building and razing castles, and grappling with a civilization 600 year before this country was even a gleam in someone's eye. (The Roman and Greek eras are a little to far back for my tastes. Solid stone castles just give me the shivers.
Oh, I got an MP3 player. That has been a lot of fun! I have been enjoying listening to music a lot more frequently then I used to. I can get in a song or two messing around getting dinner ready, or watching the kids bike up and down the street.
I don't want to go on for too long here, but I'll close with this thought. I have been growing a moustache. For some reason I have three rebels. On the edge of the right hand side of my 'stache I have these three gray dudes just sitting there mocking me. And geez, plucking is painful!
I can't really say that I have too much to report. There isn't all that much to get into. I stopped at the store on the way home, and they were out of Guinness. So because of this, I decided to try out one of the other alternatives that were next to the empty slot. I picked up a four-pack of Beamish. It doesn't taste that bad, but it isn't quite the same flavor (to those in the know, the initial flavor was similar, but the finish was the most noticeably different). This isn't my first deviation from my attention to Guinness. It is a drink that I fondly compare to a meal, it is so thick, when I tried to use a straw (taking a sip before the foamy head settled down) it was like a milkshake it was so tough to take a pull. I tried Murphy's a few weeks ago, and that wasn't quite as good either. Nothing is really quite like the big one.
Oh, the 8th and final series of Red Dwarf has made it to DVD after an eternity! Plenty of bonus features, I haven't even made it all the way through them yet! (They have a fight montage of all the show's major fight scenes, set to the tune of "Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting") And I must say that Brits really know how to use "language of questionable content". As Americans we know how to say one or two words really well: fuck and shit. Seriously that's pretty much it, isn't it? Brit's practically have a separate dictionary just for foul language. That is the kind of country that I could live in, or emigrate to. If I found a job over there, you bet I would seriously consider it.
I have been reading a book that I picked up from Barnes & Noble: "English Castles". It is something to be said that they were building and razing castles, and grappling with a civilization 600 year before this country was even a gleam in someone's eye. (The Roman and Greek eras are a little to far back for my tastes. Solid stone castles just give me the shivers.
Oh, I got an MP3 player. That has been a lot of fun! I have been enjoying listening to music a lot more frequently then I used to. I can get in a song or two messing around getting dinner ready, or watching the kids bike up and down the street.
I don't want to go on for too long here, but I'll close with this thought. I have been growing a moustache. For some reason I have three rebels. On the edge of the right hand side of my 'stache I have these three gray dudes just sitting there mocking me. And geez, plucking is painful!
posted by Tim @ 9:07 PM
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