Something Else I'll Change Later.

this will be the first post on this blog, as I've lost my password for the old one, which is sort of a shame, save for the part where I remembered, thankfully, the URL, and thus can access the four lovely tidbits that I p[ublished]osted, delirious, over a year ago. This sentence is long enough, No?

Homebrew Wednesday Afternoon. I am a young man in Philadelphia and today, the third of June, I have nothing better to do than sit and type this junk. I want another beer--we make it right here in the apartment, Karfilov and I--but I have to be at work in less than three hours, and a seven-hour, lame bar shift is only made worse when you're so numb you can't stand on your own two feet. When I come home, about twelve-thirty, I also have intellectual assignments to complete. I will be drinking beer then, obviously.
I guess I can wait. As for the assignments...I could be wasting my time with those now, but I think I'll take a nap instead. I'm napping as you read, perhaps.

Homebrew Wednesday Afternoon. I rinsed out my shaker, a Dead-Guy Ale glass that Karfilov got from Rogue for free during Philly Beer Week a few months ago (strange, the damned thing has alluded me within the last few minutes, I don't know where it's at), and poured an amber-coloured California Common that, weeks ago, was only a little boiling wort on our stove (found it, hiding on the busy counter behind me). They've made better, but this little steam lager makes it onto our list. Fermenting conditions in our tight-but-cozy apartment are not ideal--we live on the third floor of an old-fashioned, stone building, that is unfortunately hot during the summer and inadvertently cold during the winter. I can't complain today, this third of June, but that's probably because remodelers have ripped out the middle bay window in the living room where I sit, which welcomes strong, refreshing gusts into an otherwise stuffy space. The left and right bay windows were taken out yesterday, forcing a wonderful, salty crossbreeze, though I was more than amused when we and our dusky red carpet were threatened by a thunderstorm...

Homebrew Wednesday Afternoon. And a chocolate stout that, well, actually tastes of chocolate. Karfilov will not be reviewing this in his weekly article, I fear, but he wants to keep a good secret to himself. Not that Southern Tier minds...

But this, 'blog', is not to be devoted to beers, though I'm sure many of them shall factor in content-wise. More rather, if it's online journaling I'm forcing upon myself, in the slow and boring hours of the day and night, then it's online journaling that you, the random reader, are going to get. Homebrew Wednesday Afternoon, with Lou Reed & Dick Wagner, the Flamin' Groovies, a significant lack of cigarette smoke, and a damned elusive shaker-glass depicting a helmeted, fetal-shaped dead person. As for the cigarette smoke, well, that's something else i'll change later...