Weihenstephaner Korbinian 7.4 – thick and syrupy, like an alcoholic mocha.
Black Market Berlinerweisse 3.8 – sour with some fruity undertones. Makes me want some sweet tarts.
Peter's stuff.
Someday, you know, like torture our whatever, when I build a house, I’m totally doing the plumbing myself. See, this morning, I went to take a nice got shower but the water never turned hot. The damnable filter was clogged again, and with too little flow, it does nothing. Having a network alert would be awesome. Having a better filter design would be awesome. Having a…
Well, really I’m just not a huge fan of the design. It’s an inline water heater. In the garage of a three story townhouse. A townhouse where the showers are in the third story. It’s basically a who’s who of how to be environmentally stupid in an environmentally conscious way. If I want a hot shower in the morning, I have to start the water going full blast for about two minutes. That’s two minutes of flushing all the cold water from the pipes. I live in Seattle. Here we have some of the most conscientious power generation on the country, as in hydroelectric. So my water heater is gas. How difficult would it be to do electric at the showers. Hell, the showers are back to back, you’d only need one for the third floor. Oh well.
Someday I’ll do my own plumbing. And pull my own cable. And let my own tile. Landscape my virgin yard.
I guess it’s just one of those things where I’m relatively sure I can do most anything if I try. The other day a co-worker was breeding about dickering a gentleman from 10,000 to 5,000 on laying tile on his kitchen and bathrooms. Mind you, my co-worker had bought his own tile. I know I’d just take a week off work, buy a tile saw and get to work. But that how I roll. I can’t think of anything legal that would pay me 5,000 for a week off work, let alone his tile guy’s three days of work.
AB Irish Red 6.0 – totally a soda beer. Downright dangerous. I could drink a sixer and then be surprised I fell down.
AB Captain Stout 6.0 – rich and chocolatey
Since I don’t like being out late and having to go to work the next day, I’m taking tomorrow off. (Assuming that today doesn’t continue to be stupidly busy.) That means tomorrow I can get working on projects all the day. Of course, the Wif doesn’t have class until later, so I assume my thoughts of useful time are grossly exaggerated. I should probably just get up at my normal time and try to work quietly.
Or how I normally draw stuff before building.
The main thing I need to remember is I need to mange sure I have enough blocks to attach did to. I’m using some crap wood, so fancy attachments are out. I did learn my lesson from my apple press, in that dropping screws into the end of a board is a poor choice.
I think I should look at silk acting my own sketch books. Maybe hand bind them as well. Entirely custom workmanship to meet my irrational standards. Next time I go to an art store, I’ll have to look for and Diazo photo resist. Of course, once my bottle press is built, converting that print on paper shouldn’t be too hard.
Other notes include me wanting to increase the efficiency of brewing, both in regards to water conservation as well as heating. I don’t even want to think about much has was burned to boil water for a solid hour. A glass lid, a pressure gauge and a thermometer, all feeding days to control a hot plate weighs probably make everything better.
It’s time to get down to brass tacks.
Measure rollers. Assume I’m using the same rollers for inking and plate.
Order ink, and verify consistency.
Save the spare furniture foot for clamping the bottom of the bottle.
Attach a bolt to it.
Tack a long bolt to a beer cap for the top of the bottle.
Mangle wood to accept various and diverse rollers.
Cut rollers to match bottle printing location.
Think about doing a already unit for each, um, unit. Mainly to ease switching rollers. Do I need to do this? Rather than all that work, I could just saw everything apart setter the fact. Though having the image and our bottle differ narrate depending on the desired print position… Nope. This is a bottle press. Nothing more.
Right. (Tonight?) I order ink. Tomorrow the world.
The bench area needs to be 44x24x12. This is based on me. The 12, which is height, is the height of the bench, not the cushion. I just need to determine the minimum height after compression. With that being said, I blew off the pallets for the minute which leaves me with the wood I have, not the wood I want. Based on my basic plan, this means I might have the minimum board lengths for what I’m planning to at least get the box up. I didn’t this weekend, but soon.
I’m trying my blackwidow one more time. It works, until it doesn’t. It almost seems like it could be a firmware issue where the buffer eventually overruns and freaks out. Either that or some annoyingly low level macro that I can’t find nor remove. If I’m accidentally hitting the macro keys (or something akin to that) and it j46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]46\]
Whelp. That would be the ghost come a knocking. Maybe its because Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheep just came on?
Hehehe. Dirty jeans and they’re Dungaree’s.
That means I broke my hydrometer. Because of course I did.