Butterfinger Hot Chocolate

I did the grocery shopping this past week. It was fun, but I shouldn’t try it again without a full list. However, using this tactic, I may not stumble upon great items that make my work day shorter like Butterfinger Hot Chocolate.

I had to restrain myself quite a bit. There were lots of things I wanted, like cheese, beer, bread, deli sandwhiches, and so on. Instead, I stuck withe the standards, like Prima Rosa frozen bean & cheese burritos. These, cheddar, salsa, etc – yum.

Rooftop get dynamic

I set up the index page for the rooftop brew site with Moveable Type for easy updates and news. It was more difficult to configure than Greymatter, but I couldn’t install a second copy of GM onto the same server using different pages.

Now lets see if I can handle this blog, the rooftop brew blog, and Satellite Misters. I’m not too concerned, since its more of a brew journal and site news than a personal (not really) journal.

Freeds 1, Mouse 0

We’ve had an elusive mouse loose in our apartment the last week. We bought a humane t(c)rap, but it didn’t ever stop him. Tigger has been useless too. At 13, he’s a real Strom Thurmond. He just sits around and doesn’t really contribute.

We’ve been waking up at night because the mouse is active. We couldn’t figure out why he sounded like he was above us, but then we found poop on the headboard. That made us really want to get rid of it. I woke up and saw it peering down at me this morning, and after several failed furniture moving sessions, we finally caught it after lunch today. Due to the mouse’s long stint indoors, I assumed it was a wise foe. Ultimately its downfall was hiding inside a plastic bucket, from which it could not jump from. Take That!

Anyway, the mouse has been release into the wild again. How long until it returns? Who knows. More importantly, how the heck did it get in?

When Banks Competes

“When Banks Compete…You Win!”

Isn’t that how capitalism is supposed to work? Have things changed so much that we’re suppsed to celebrate when competition happens?

Updated Rooftop

I’ve updated the Rooftop Brew page. I rebranded and updated an old school project for dreamweaver that was once called Homebrew U. Looks like someone else is using the name, so I’ll concede. Anyway, the link at the top “homebrew” and the Rooftop Brew link on the side will both work. Let me know if something is sorely missing. I plan on working on it more eventually.

Oh, and the links section has been updated some. Turns out BB Edit Lite will let me save files with Unix line breaks, so when I’m using Vi, I don’t get those damn ^M things everywhere.

Verizon phonebook dumping

Verizon recently vommited a copy of their yellow-paged phone directory on everyone’s door step in my neighborhood. I asked Michelle why it wasn’t considered dumping. I don’t remember the answer, but it didn’t satisfy me. I was going to rattle off some unfounded and uneducated bit about phone books, but found someone else had beat me to it. Looks like Denver is having the same problem. The author wrote from the same frame of mind as well. Shalom!

Thanksgiving, Out; Christmas, In.

Michelle, Barley and I ventured back to Yakima for Thanksgiving. We were able to visit family and friends while home, and were reminded how thankful we are for all of them. We had to come home today, but the drive was very pretty. Jack Frost has been out and about for the last couple days, so every limb of every tree was laced white with ice crystals. The desert is beautiful in the winter too.

Tonight we bought a small grand fir tree and decorated it. We have very few ornaments, but it excites me to see the tree that way because I know how many we’ll find over the years together. We did pick up a dog ornament and painted it to look like Barley. Our hope is that he doesn’t destroy the tree. He’s got a certain fondness for wood.

Now we’re waiting for Scott & Sarah to come over for dinner. I was able to bring back some Grant’s Ales in 1/2 gallon bottles. Tonights menu includes Bert’s Perfect Porter & cask conditioned Scottish Ale. Bert’s Scottish Ale is like the shot heard round the world.