Cap'n Squirrgle Wrote:
So I'm gonna mail a big ol' box of beer to Derris, I think. I've been trying to get it together for a week solid, but work and the universe have conspired against me to keep me from having enough good shit to send. I hit up 2 local stores near work, trying to get just 2 or 3 basic, decent beers from around new england, and both places had such shitball selections I couldn't scrape enough together to have something worth sending. A third place I went to was a two-fer of bullshit - bad selection AND right wing talk radio on, slamming Obama for lack of clarity on his budget plan. The guy behind the counter was kinda gruff too, I don't know if it was the fact that I had a bunch of motorcycle gear on(?) or what, but he gave me the really gruff "CAN I HELP YOU FIND SOMETHING!" from 20 feet away after I had walked the length of the coolers twice, and my "how about some decent beer?" response probably didn't help. I stopped myself from explaining that his choice of radio stations alienates about 60% of his customers on the way out, remembering some recent advice from Busty that I'm probably too confrontational these days. I don't know what to do to fix it besides shut the hell up, so that's the plan as often as I can manage.
Meanwhile I did manage to swing by the local home spots on friday, so it looks like I have the following qued up to ship out Tuesday:
Goose Island - Bourbon County Stout (22)
Goose Island - Matilda (22)
Pretty Things - Baby Tree Quadruple (22)
Butternuts - Pork Slap (12)
and I'm gonna go to the store again in a few hours when baby-san wakes up, may pick up some other 12 ouncers. I'm thinking some Cisco stuff from Nantucket, maybe some Double Bag. The point isn't to send him life-changing stuff (except Bourbon Co, which is fucking amazing), but to let him try shit he can't get in ATL. Hopefully it all makes it intact, and is worth it.
What am I cut glass? I live in ALABAMA man....we can't even get 22 ozers.

And, you just have to shut all that shit out - you're NEVER going to change anyone's mind, just as all this dumb shit is never going to change yours. I like to argue shit here, or among friends, but with the general public? Those people exist on Hamburger Helper and wear Ed Hardy.
Or just try to remember that all the anti-whoever rhetoric, and even the good stuff like Susan G. Komen Foundation or whatever is really just somebody's fucking money hustle. Just chuckle and try to respect the grind, I suppose.
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