Immemorial

It's been a very long time.  And I've missed you.  I'm currently reading through all my old posts, I'm near the end of 2011 now, I should read the remainder before I keep posting away.

What I need to do is get my thoughts out on paper once again.  I'm reading back through these and having vivid memories, new thoughts, and remembering things that happened in my past.  My memory is at best, atrocious.  At worst, it's functionally retarded.  Maybe I have a problem paying attention to things, maybe I have a learning disability.  Maybe I'm an autistic savant mentally retarded person.  The fuck is that even I don't what.

So in happier news, brewing is one of the few things in my life that have stuck to me all the way through.  Just something about it, despite being chores, doesn't feel that way.  Except when the grain bags break on the way to the trash can.  Seriously fuck everything about that I swear to the devil if he is doing that and I meet him one day I literally will give up the rest of my forever existence to push him feet first into an unfortunately rusty meat grinder.

But the beer I brew now is pretty killer.  So maybe the hardships* are for the best.  Hosting a party soon with a stout (best recipe ever), blueberry mead (it makes people make bad decisions), and pumpkin ale.  The last of which was a new recipe, though I used too little pumpkin, forgot molasses and two extra pounds of sugar.  Ended up being an even 5%, which was horribly low but it tastes good.  Which is really all that matters, provided you don't repeat a beer I made a year ago...ended up (probably) being called chunky irish failure.  That's actually not a bad idea.  Call your malt Liquor "Irish", short for "Chunky Irish Failure".  Like Operation stout is short for "Operation get behind the darkies".  Times like these you think you're funny.  You are not, sir.  You are not.


Anyway whatever, the pumpkin ale is delicious.  Back to reading more blog entries.

So I'm reading through, reading about how I said I was going to do many grand things.  Yet, I remember clearly.  I didn't really do any of them.  I felt strongly about the ideas when they were created but then did nothing to enact any of them.  Why do I lack motivation to do anything?

So I've finished and lost my steam of vomiting negativity onto the intertubes.  Be back later. Maybe. I never know.

*Not really hardships, not real life altering things.  Just spilling waste.  I was being colorful. Sorry raccoons.