Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Now that I've found somewhere safe

To bury my bone.

I'm thinking that maybe this is not the best music for the gym.
The song, Pigs on the Wing, really just makes me want to do three sets of staring (I'm typing this later as I recollect).

But, frick, the album cover art for Animals is still inspiring.
One of my favorites still. A shelter for pigs on the wing.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

How I love thee...

Oatmeal Stout.

One of my goals in life, besides doing a Fulbright and raising a good boy, is to craft the perfect Oatmeal Stout. My mind has shifted to this goal last night when I bottled the latest brew - the Barley DoppelBark.

So up next is The Mighty Quinn's Oatmeal Stout (version 2). I was just working on a rough of the label:

I'm digging the boots and the gesture. There is some mighty in there. Quinn stepped into these not on my urge, but on his own. And it was frigin cute. Now I need to get him to do the same thing while holding a shovel above his head while I shoot from a lower angle. of luck with this.

Quinn will never do the same thing twice. So, I'm sure this will be a battle of wills. And I doubt that me repeating "but Quinn, you'll have your own beer named after you" will help.

I should be working on The Mighty Quinn's Oatmeal Cookie.