I could use some brews. Work is piling on me like media hounds on Palin's daughter. It's a good thing, of course. It ain't getting any cheaper to feed the Seven. No one told me they eat more as they get bigger. I look forward to the day that they're old enough to drink my beer, but I wonder how expensive that'll be.
The Catholic Beer Reviewer tells us he is making rhubarb wine. I'd never heard of it, but I've come to realize you can make wine out of anything that ferments, even dandelions (a fact I learned from the title of Bradbury's book). No doubt the self-loathing goth types have contemplated perfectly disgusting wine possibilities. I'll let you use your imagination.
These people ferment weed? A California brewer has won the battle against the U.S. Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau to put the slogan “Try Legal Weed” on its beer caps. Orders for the brewery's beers have doubled.
A glass company has designed three new beer glasses:
Those are attractive, but I'm having troubles with the name for the one designed for pilsners: "the tulip glass." Can't we come up with something manlier? The other two are the "open mouth" and the "half-liter," which are of course perfectly virile. I realize "tulip glass" is a generic name for glasses with that shape (e.g.), but geeez, for a beer glass? Can't we call it something like, "The Hammer," "The Lady Leg," or "The Gus"? Or just use the name I've heard in the past: The Pilsner. It fits perfectly.
