The pros of making your own alcohol:
-It’s fun
-You can make whatever you want
Cons:
-Expensive hobby to get into
-Not all ideas are good ideas
-Waste alcohol/fermentation biproducts
Like I like yeast as much as the next guy, but I don’t want to eat the fermentation sediments. I don’t like Marmite, so I don’t want to eat the DIY marmite. Anyways, the end result of this is a… product I’ve dubbed the “Sewer Brew” named in honor of Dwarf Fortress
It’s all the sediment and a small amount of mead, mixed with sediment from a ginger wine batch. It’s somehow still fermenting, so I have to regularly crack the lid, and it smells like straight alcohol.
I have no idea what to do with it. I don’t even know why I collected it in a jar in the first place.
Adrien: oh fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers
Nino: please just say fuck
Don’t act like pidge is not the favorite
I’m “Tax Fraud” and I’m “a threat to national security” and we’re
the idea that they didn’t make frequent pit stops at random dingy alien trucker bars to play late-night sessions of monsters & mana on their long road trip back to earth? ……………preposterous.
(mostly out of context of course)
“Hey! Even in a sack I still look better than you!”
“Larry King’s disembodied wax head wants num-nums.”
“I listen to a lot of AM radio so I knew what this meant–the end of the world.”
“We’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when. Oh, I know we’ll meet again some, sunny day.”
“You know that couch is made from living human skin?”
“What’s an “anime”?”
“These scribbles are a bunch of cockamamie balderdash! Excuse my French.”
“I keep accidentally flexing through my sweater.”
“Your hyperflamable merchandise is the only thing keepin’ me going.”
“I have butchered millions on countless moons.”
“He’s been forcing me to do cute dances in this cage for all eternity. I’m so tired of being cute!”
“This experience will forever scar Tad Strange.”
“I’ve tried forgettin’. Maybe I should try forgiving.”
“No, a prophecy. Although it would be a pretty fun game of hopscotch.”
“Destiny hoodie.”
“Hey Achilles! Nice work with the heel!”
“Do the one thing no one in our family has ever done–Touch the hillbilly.”
“I’ve never held hands this long and I’m very uncomfortable.”
“Grammar, Stanley.”
“I know that hurts because I’ve accidentally done it to myself–multiple times!”
“I’ve got some children I need to make into corpses!”
“Like Grunkle Stan always says, when one door closes choose a nearby wall and bash it in with brute force.”
“I think I’m gonna kill one of ‘em now just for the heck of it!”
“Hey, look at me. Turn around and look at me you one-eyed demon! You’re a real wiseguy, but you made one fatal mistake: you messed with my family.”
“Guess I was good for something after all.”
“He saved the world. He saved me.”
“Hey, just cuz I have amnesia don’t go tryin’ to give yourself a raise, Soos.”
“He told us a lot about being a business man in the '80s and seemed happy when we pretended to listen.”
“Robbie, would you be a dear and get us the sawed-off shotgun?”
“Zap! Zap! We’re mad with power! And love!”
“You’re only going to have one pony now.”
“Wa–oh! Woo! I’m bustin’ a move on this skatin’ board!”
“You know, on my first day here, if you had asked me what I wanted, I would have said adventure, mystery, true friends. But looking here at all of you I realize that every wish came true. I have everything I wanted.”
“If I had only one wish it would be to shrink all of you with the shrink ray and bring you home with us in my pocket!”
“I now officially declare you technically teenagers. Welcome to angst and acne forever.”
“I don’t just want someone to come with me Stanley, I want it to be you. Will you give me a second chance?”
“Like, this mermaid. It’s not just a dead fish butt sewn to a monkey carcass. It’s a marvelous creature that makes us believe that anything is possible.”
“You’re Mr. Mystery now, Soos. Try not to burn the place down.”
“I hate my dumb heart for making me feel things.”
“Kids, you knuckleheads were nothin’ but a nuisance and I’m glad to be rid of ya.”
“If you’ve ever taken a road trip through the Pacific northwest, you’ve probably seen a bumper sticker for a place called Gravity Falls. It’s not on any maps, and most people have never heard of it. Some people think it’s a myth. But if you’re curious, don’t wait. Take a trip. Find it. It’s out there somewhere in the woods. Waiting.”
In my junior year of high school, this guy asked me on a date. He rented a redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie and the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.
Some perfect things about this picture: - All of the glasses are mismatched - He has giant holes missing from his couch that implies he possibly just got angry one day and decided to rip up his furniture - Only one person gets a napkin apparently and that’s the Person of Indeterminate Gender - The fruit looks fake (and probably is) - There are inexplicable jars on the table - The couch also looks kinda like it’s built into the wall
Hey girl...maybe share some shit for the rest of us?
Dib sat in front of his computer. He checked the time again, 3:37 PM, or 15:37 as they insisted upon measuring it. Honestly Dib actually did kind of prefer using military time as a system of measurement. It did result in notably less confusion than the standard everyone else went by. It helped to further reduce confusion when you worked the same hours that Dib did. In fact over the past week, Dib had spent arguably just as much time awake at night, as he did during the day, perhaps even more. He felt close to a breakthrough, though he wasn’t exactly sure on what. Regardless the time had come for another one of his progress reports, or “Verifiable Factual Debriefings” as they insisted upon calling it. Honestly he never quite understood all of the insistance of this repetition of these acronyms. Everywhere he seemed to look it was “VFD” this, “VFD” that. If they could figure out some way of phrasing it as a VFD they did. He honestly didn’t understand why they couldn’t just call it a video-conference or something. If anything, at this point the insistence on the VFD was more debilitating than anything else.
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A blog about colony management simulators apparently nowadays. Used to do some fan stuff back in the day, but haven't in a long time. Mostly about Dwarf Fortress right now. Might also feature Oxygen Not Included or Deep Rock Galactic
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