Dreyer's Vampyr needs to be on here somewhere too.

So I'm just starting to get into this show and I've fully embraced the exquisite go-for-broke awesome awfulness.  I made no attempt to catch up (surmising that the adrift-at-sea confusion would only add to the delightful insanity of it all) and started with The Coat Hanger, which was fun, and then The Name Game, which…

The lady and I make it work in a one bedroom.  Brew over the stove, ferment in a cool, dark corner of the bedroom, bottle in the kitchen (bathtub use time is minimal).  A mess every now and then is to be expected, but the worst that can happen is that your apartment smells of delicious fresh hops for a few days.

When I was in Kansas City over the holidays, one of the best beer spots in town not only had Bourbon County on tap, they were actually offering it by the pitcher if you were so inclined.

Tell me you enjoyed some nice traditional cask ale while in England, good sir. . .

I love New Belgium, especially their Lips of Faith sours, and on a semi-related note, I don't know if anybody saw this news:

Beer Thread, although it's been a terribly dull beer week for me.  Somebody share something exciting they've been drinking so I can live vicariously.

A rare week in which the Tolerability Index just barely winds up near the Tolerable side.

I watched the Twilight Zone marathon on the SciFi (I'm not calling it SyFy) Channel!

He does have a pick-up truck, but he uses it to transport the loads of money he makes from his awful, awful shows.

He does have a pick-up truck, but he uses it to transport the loads of money he makes from his awful, awful shows.

He does have a pick-up truck, but he uses it to transport the loads of money he makes from his awful, awful shows.

He does have a pick-up truck, but he uses it to transport the loads of money he makes from his awful, awful shows.

The remake is more iconic, boasting a variety of vibrant, indelible scenes, but the original is the better movie on the whole IMO.

He once punched a hole in a cow just so he could see who was comin' up the road!

The refreshing thing about Ben Wyatt is that he also possesses self-awareness of what it means to be a nerd.  One of the best Wyatt lines is when he argues with Tom after his berating of Ben's nerd-dom:

I know Bill Brasky!

One of a few examples of a sensitive, serious take on the subject matter: McBain's Help! My Son is a Nerd!, in which the protagonist's son returns from a fancy East Coast college, and he's horrified to find he's a nerd.

This, exactly.  Tosh may ostensibly deal in the same "shock" material, but tonally he's more along the lines of an Adam Corolla; the audience is supposed to be jarred but also have the spark that "this guy is finally telling it like it is - women aren't funny and Mexicans are lazy!"

It made another $23 million in foreign sales, pushing it to around $40 worldwide and something approaching profitability.  Still, for a film that size it likely ended far from breakeven after accounting for P&A.