What you drinking tonight?

Moonbat
/moon'bat/

Noun - an epithet - pejorative - political in nature

Someone who engages in moonbattery. Usually ascribed to leftists, liberals and progressives.

 

ah

so its an insult people with right wing views use for people with left wing views.

i understand now

 

dammit

im drinking a bottle of dead guy ale, but my photohosting site wont upload the image. this stuff, from newport oregon, off the rogue river.



pretty good medium amber. i live in a beer desert in appalachia, and the stuff i really like to drink requires a hundred-mile drive. so i do th ebest i can.

goes well with the palak paneer.

 

Looks a decent pint and I do like palak paneer.

 

More of a good-natured poke than say... a leftist referring to conservative types as nazis or fascists, as they are wont to do..

But, we're running off the tracks a bit here so, to get back on topic -

All that aside, I'll sit down and have a drink with anyone regardless of political stripe, sex, race, religion or ethnicity. As long as it's not Sambuca. Hate that stuff.

 

Mine doesn't have a tether - it has sensors and a gyroscope to make it deploy.

 

Was on the highland park last night

 

Wow, @Peter B. Just now checked this thread and I'm so sorry to hear of your accident and injuries. GWS!

 

All getting better!
I can walk a few hundred yards with sticks.
Off to see an orthopaedic trauma consultant today to find out what the current prognosis is.
I'm able to drive now so getting around isn't too bad. Good job the cars an automatic, I might have a bit of difficulty using a clutch.

 

Tamnavulin Port Cask Edition. Lovely...

 

Thanks for the update, @Peter B. Hang in there and continue to heal! Hope the prognosis today was positive.

 

Turns out I have a screw loose.
One of the two used to hold the sacrum together has wiggled out by about half it's length. Just due to normal movement. If it's not causing any problem it will be left. If it does it will either, best option, get removed, or if necessary screwed back in.
Other than that it's all good.

 

My wife had knee surgery when she was a kid as a result of running her 300 Honda Dream into a fire hydrant (just as an aside, the hydrant always wins). Part of the repair involved a screw in her knee that had to be removed before the replacement surgery she had a couple years ago. She got the video of the procedure, and I was amazed that the surgeon used a standard Black and Decker cordless drill to back that screw out! Based on that, when I was ready to go cordless, I went with the whole Black and Decker Firestorm set (drill, driver, sawzall, impact driver, etc.) and they have served me well!

Anyhow, back on topic. I have been behaving myself of late, laying off the hard stuff completely since August. I can't say that I feel any better for it, but what the Hell, I suppose I'm better off for it. Sticking to a few beers a week. But it's New Years Eve and I got a bottle of Maker's for Christmas so I'm doing old fashioneds. Happy New Year and Cheers!!

 

No photo but I finished off New Year's Day with an eggnog with a lovely shot of Angels Envy Rye and a sprinkle of nutmeg. Onward to 2026!

 

My neighbor, Bob, and I exchange "gag gifts" every Christmas. Usually something stupid. Like, last year I got him a golf ball washer. He doesn't golf. I gave it to him with a card and told him Tanya, his wife, would probably appreciate clean balls. This year he gave me a bottle of the pictured mezcal. He's a delivery driver for a beverage company and gets freebies from the clients he frequents. This bottle was probably one of those. Now, I will drink tequila on occasion, but only when I'm feeling particularly self-destructive. However, I don't remember ever drinking mezcal (An aversion to the whole worm thing, I think). This brand did not have the worm (probably some lame, U.S. FDA restriction).

I tried it tonight. If you are not familiar with mezcal, think cousin of tequila with
Sinaloa Cartel, Mexican prison tattoos. It had a strangely familiar taste - memories of grade school when a particularly sadistic nun in the fourth grade made me eat an entire peanut butter and jelly sandwich from Mary Elizabeth Corbett's lunch box on which I had sprinkled pencil shavings. There were notes of furniture polish and carburetor cleaner with the subtle aftertaste of used cat litter and dirty socks. All in all, it was a decidedly unpleasant experience. That is, until after the fifth one. Then, and only then, do you suddenly understand. One doesn't drink mezcal for the taste. You drink it for the visions. Yes, real visions! Religious revelations! I can't tell you what I saw, but it was wonderful, and I'll be buying another bottle shortly.

Only kidding... I had a couple. Meh. Not horrible, but as my dad used to say, nothing to write home about.