Bikes, Brews and Cats

I have not gone hiking yet, and since Spoot just bought a new bike, I doubt I will. Poo, poo. However, while we were at the bike place picking up Spoot's new toy, I found the Schwinn of my dreams. Let me first say that I am not a connoisseur of bicycles, but I know something awesome when I see it. Check this out! Oh its so beautiful! So nostalgic! And its a street bike!! Currently, I have a mountain bike, which when I was a kid and was riding on the road as little as possible was a good thing. But now, I don't venture much from the pavement. A smooth-riding, radio flyer red, fendered, two-wheeled wonder is exactly what I want. And it has a rack of awesomeness on the back which I'm sure I'll be rigging up a box onto so I can go grocery shopping on my bike. Can't wait! Can't wait!

On the subject of homebrewing, I have changed my opinion of my first batch. It must have aged while I was procratinating drinking it, because now it tastes pretty damn good. Some bottles are better than others which is odd, but on the whole it is smooth yet crisp, perfectly carbonated, and in general, supremely drinkable. I would be a liar if I said it was the finest beer I ever quaffed, but short of that, its quite alright.

Of the two cases it made, only seven bottles remain, so it is at last time to attempt another batch. This time I'm going to try my hand at part extract/part grain, hops, and non-dehydrated yeast. I've done an absurd amount of reading, and think I have some idea of what I'm doing. I suppose we'll find out. Oh, and because I'm actually using a recipe instead of a basic formula, this beer has a name: The Sun Has Left Us on Time" Steam Beer. Evidently, Thomas Edison wrote in his diary, "The sun has left us on time, am going to read from the Encyclopedia Britannica to steady my nerves and go to bed early. I will shut my eyes and imagine a terraced abyss, each terrace occupied by a beautiful maiden. To the first I will deliver my mind and they will pass it down, down to the uttermost depths of silence and oblivion." And that, ladies and gents, is what I want in a beer.

I've wanted for a while to write a movie review, but I haven't been to the theater since I don't remember when, and the only movies I've watched at home have been bad, bad, bad. Well, I enjoyed them, but I like bad cinema. So, unless you want to hear about Valley of the Dolls (I and II) or Bruce Campbell flicks, then I'm going to skip that chapter.

In other news, Tart is in heat again and again trying to get Gabe the eunich to lay her. Gabriel has no idea what she is after and alternates between trying to play and ignoring her completely as she humps his back. They've been living together for some years now and Gabe is very used to her periodic episodes of madness. She goes nuts and he patiently waits for her to return to her normal mode of behavior. This is all business as usual, but I still find endless amusment in the higly dignified Tart trying to teach Gabe how to fuck.