Looks like I'm invited to some sort of prestigious shiding:
I s'pose all of you louts could come too, now that you know about it. Keep it on the downlow though, wouldn't want the riffraff showing up.
Remember your green bowtie -- very important.
This is a place for beer, politics and random geeky shit. Despite the name we are actualy not snobbish at all around here.
Looks like I'm invited to some sort of prestigious shiding:
I s'pose all of you louts could come too, now that you know about it. Keep it on the downlow though, wouldn't want the riffraff showing up.
Remember your green bowtie -- very important.
I really need to post some creative, well thought-out shit someday.
Instead, here's some music you'll hate:
I forgot that the 35th anniversary of this was yesterday:
I was 10. As a native Oregonian, I had direct, but minor, experience with the volcano leading up to its final huge eruption. It had spewed ash sporadically over the previous year or so, and on several occasions we got to experience the ash fall down in Oregon due to wind changes. Thankfully, for us, the wind blew the ash cloud to the east on the 18th, so we didn't get the after effects that places like Spokane, Washington did. Those guys, as well as many areas near to the mountain, were seriously fucked. Multiple feet of ash blanketed everything, and that shit is nasty. Destroyed vehicles, ruined crops, just generally fucked with the area for a long, long time.
For years later, every time we'd head north we could see these towering piles of ash alongside Interstate 5 and around the towns near the mountain until vegetation finally grew on them. The ash is still there though, just under a layer of grass/shrubs/trees. I still have a jar of it somewhere that I collected from a roadside that summer.
Oh, and 57 people died. A couple of idiot locals that refused to leave, but also scientists studying the mountain, unfortunately.
Can't believe it's been 35 years already. I feel old.
Help The Poor: (original)
Help The Poor: (later instrumental version)
Guitar purists will complain that he probably couldn't play a chord to save his life -- whatever. Dude was still a legend. R.I.P.
Here, as a gift, have a puppy that doesn't understand hiccups (or hiccoughs if you're grammatically so inclined):
You're welcome.
Light (hah! as if there's any other kind) posting due to things and business and such as. Normal sparse posting will recommence as soon as this beer goes flat:
Also, too: The beer pictured, Ballast Point's "Sculpin" IPA, is actually quite good. Not good enough to live up to its hype, but I don't know that anything could. Tasty though.