If any of you are going to be in Pennsylvania, you have to check out this site so that you don’t end up buying crappy beer.
Friends don’t let friends drink crappy, yellow, fizzy stuff. Friends make sure that they read The Pennsylvania Beer and Brewing Guide.
Namaste.
Mike,
Give me a call tonight before the debate. Or if you are still up, after the debate. I want to rag on you about not being here to help me paint the kitchen.
Isn’t it wonderful how I can use this as an email? It is good to be the publisher.
L8R,
Ok, let’s all sing the birthday song because today is my birthday.
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear phil/sweetheart/Daddy/brother/son,
Happy birthday to you.
50 big ones today, folks.
The official half-century mark. And I seem to share my natal day with good company. First and foremost is my Aunt Marge. Marge is my Fathers sister. The only living sibling on my Fathers side. Marge and I are the crazy ones in the family. Love her madly.
Happy Birthday, Aunt Marge.
Everyone needs, and deserves and Aunt Marge.
And then there are all of the folks who are found on Famous Birthdays. Marge and I are every bit as famous as all of those folks.
MLW just informed me that one of her cousins also shares this day with Marge and myself. I always knew that I liked her cousin for a good reason.
Anyway. Send cards, gifts, money, and well wishes all day today. I promise that I will do the same on your birthday.
namaste.
Announcing a new exploration into the minds and stomachs of Central Pennsylvania. The Pennsylvania Beer and Brewing Guide.
A journey into this insanity that makes some of us brew our own beer, and then foist it on our friends and neighbors. And a look at those who do it successfully.
It is new, but come back every couple of days and you will find things that will astound you.
Promise.
Namaste
You see that box over there on the right? The one that says “google” on it? How’s about clicking on one of those links and letting me know where it takes you.
I would do it myself, but I can get beaten up and left for dead if I do it. So give it a little click for an old man, and let me know what happens.
Think you can do that?
I appreciate it.
namaste.
Content. Interesting stuff. What the hell do you come around here for?
I try to read a bunch of blogs every day. Some having to do with the business of blogging, some having to do with peoples lives. And in each one of the blogs I read, other than Post Secret I come across the same lament time and time again.
I don’t have anything to write about. Help me out. Send me suggestions as to what you want me to write about.
What the hell?
My problem is that I have way too much crap to write about. Most of it is a variation on a theme, but that is what my life is about. And I don’t expect any of the 3 people who come here to read this to have to chime in like some kind of creepy synchophant to tell me what they want me to write about. That isn’t your job. Your job is to read what interests you and move on. Maybe you comment, which I would like to see more of, maybe you just think “Hmmmmm”, maybe you delete me from your reader. But don’t think that I am ever going to beg you to help me organize the crap in my head. First off, I would be terrified to actually let you in. Visions of police, and mental health workers dance through most of my dreams. Secondly, I wouldn’t have any idea of how to do it without sounding like I was begging.
Pleeeeeezzzzzze, help me figure out what to write about!!!
Not me. Not how I roll. Thank you for the ones who come here weekly to check in on how crazy I am becoming. Thank you for the ones who have commented. Please feel free to continue to comment, and for those of you who haven’t yet please do make a comment if you can. I promise not to bite.
And thanks for letting me get that off of my chest. That has been niggling at my cerebral cortex for days.
Namaste.
Especially all of you state workers from Pennsylvania. And Hi Pam. Saw you stop in yesterday also. Appreciate you guys coming over for a lookee see. But come on, drop a comment or two. I know you all have a lot to say. Especially Pam.
I promise that I won’t bite. And you won’t be on some super secret list of people whose names I am going to sell to some creepy telemarketer, or scuzzy spam master. Promise. Really.
Though I might comment back to you. You know, like conversation. That dying art form.
Try it. You might like it.
Namaste.
You won!! Send me your address through my email contact and I will send you your hemp bracelet. Then, once you get it, I just need you to tell everyone here how wonderful it is.
Thanks,
Namaste.
