The Urban Pantheist

Well, Satan must be happy; I joined Facebook.  I ain't hard to find.  I'm not sure what the advantage of it is, except now I know where I could contact a lot of old classmates, if for some reason I wanted to.  Also, it's a hell of a lot more active right now than livejournal.  Where the hell did everyone go for the weekend?

Do real army guys and football players whine about videogames that portray what they do as much as real musicians whine about Rock Band and Guitar Hero?  I swear if I read/hear another comment from some snob who can actually play an instrument complaining about how a videogame is not like really being in a band...I'll just say "You know, you're right!  The heck with GTA!"  Then I'll punch them in the face and take their car.



Okay, enough of that.  So, thanks to drhoz  I'm now aware of an inch-long amoeba like protist.  Really!  a single-celled organism the size of a grape!  The article makes a big deal about the fact that it leaves a track as it bumbles along the ocean floor.  I don't really care, I'm stuck on the fact that there's a giant amoeba that I've never heard of!  Can you keep them in an aquarium?  Do they eat goldfish?

I'm feeling a little stagnant.  I need to take a class or a workshop or something so I can feel like I'm learning and growing in some conscious way.  I don't really have any idea what kind of class I'd want to take.  Actually, work will pay for three pest control related classes in order for me to maintain my certification.  I should look into that.

My downstairs neighbor asked me to move my bike from the front stairs area to the basement so he could store his baby stroller there.  He said "I noticed it hadn't been used in a while."  Ouch.  Then to rub salt in the wound, I noticed him coming home from a bike ride yesterday.  Bastard.

The check engine light in my car went off long enough for me to get my inspection sticker.  The AAA guy says I need a new battery cable, which I suspect is the reason my check engine light comes on and off all the time.  Those dopes at Midas never noticed it, they just replaced everything else they could think of.

Netflix giveth and taketh away.  For some reason, after 24 hours or so of being able to watch stuff instantly, Netflix has decided it's not supported by my operating system.  It worked yesterday, what gives?  It works fine on Alexis' laptop though.  Now if we could get through an entire episode of anything without falling asleep.

That's my life in a nutshell, folks!

I just poured almost an entire 12 pack of Bass Ale down the sink. I bought it for belen1974 as a thank you for dogsitting gift, which she suspiciously ignored. Perhaps she opened one up and tasted the mildewey flavor that I did when I opened one. In fact, all the bottles I opened smelled and tasted like a moldy newspaper. While I appreciate the work of Saccharomyces cerevisiae, the microorganism that changes the sugars in the beer mixture into alcohol and carbon dioxide, some other little creature has clearly gotten involved. Does anyone know what microorganism can spoil beer in this way? Interestingly, the box that the bottles came in also smelled mildewy. There's no way that whatever spoiled the beer was the same thing that spoiled the box (the capped bottles are airtight) but it makes me wonder if the boxes were exposed to some event that encouraged the unwanted mold growth. Flooding? Heat? What could spoil capped beer?

Sorry about the bad beer, Alex! I bought some replacements, whenever you'd like to come drink them with me!