Cascabel Cream Stout? That sounds divine.

The guy who sits in the office next door to mine, whose name I don't know and to whom I very rarely talk, randomly gave me a bottle of homebrew on Friday afternoon. I haven't tried it yet, because I'm not sure if that's really cool or if he's, like, trying to poison me.

The only non-instrumental I got this morning was "The Christmas Song", which, being, well, a Christmas song, kind of doesn't count.

Hey! Bee Gees is nothing to be ashamed of!

I've had no idea what I've wanted to listen to the last few days, but my iPod clearly had no problem choosing a theme and mostly sticking to it today — with one small digression, it was all John Zorn, all the time.

I've only been able to watch, like, three of the Devils games so far this season, so thank heavens that was one of them. My expectations are staggeringly low this season, so if all we manage to do is shut out the Rangers I'll be satisfied with that. ::starts the RANGERS SUCK! chant::

Poor Claude Giroux. After reading he'd made that guarantee I started to wonder if his lousy start this season wasn't because of an undiagnosed head injury. (This being the Flyers, it's not that far outside the realm of possibility.)

Yeah, my two trips to Stars games have had decent-ish crowds (one was up against a playoff game during a great postseason for the baseball Rangers, so a tepid crowd was so not the Stars' fault) that looked sepulchral in the highlights on TV. I think the Stars have a fairly solid cult following, at the very least; the…

The only thing I can ever think of to do with excess mint is minted vodka lemonade. I figure if there's only one thing I use mint for, that's a pretty good thing for it to be.

Make some extra, because I'll be over for dinner. That sounds phenomenal.

I made a fantastic soup last night that was delicious and, based on my visit to the scale at my gym this morning, fairly good for me. It was just chicken stock, carrots, leeks, celeriac, potatoes, boneless skinless chicken breast, wild rice, chard, and preserved lemons. Simple, relatively quick, and hearty while…

The apple trees we planted seven years ago at my house have finally yielded a substantial crop, so we bought a cider press. So now my upcoming booze adventure is going to be making one of our gallons of cider into hard cider. That, and I need to get started on making some of the buckets and buckets of blackberries…

Damn you! I didn't want to laugh at that, but…

I saw my first owl in the wild a few months ago, and it also was on the ground, just sitting in the middle of the road. It was enormous, and I was so psyched to have a camera with me to be able to get some pictures of it… and then my mother, who was riding in the car with me, got so excited about seeing the owl that…

Our backyard groundhog was named Brother Woodrow, right up until it showed up with four little baby groundhogs. Now its name is Brother—er, Sister Woodrow. (And it keeps having four more babies every spring. They're adorable, but they have decimated our garden, so frankly, the little fuckers are welcome to all just…

That might be the best bat story that's ever been told, Hat.

::narrows eyes at Scrawler::

It's a scientific fact that penguins — even wild ones; they don't have to be tame or domesticated — love coordinating shirts. So that part would be no problem, ElDan.

Oh man oh man oh man, if they ever domesticated sea otters I would do ANYTHING to be the first person in line to get one.

Or if one decides that your basement window well would be a great place to curl up and die during a midsummer heat wave. But other than that, yes, foxes are so cool.