Due to the ever-growing number of the years behind me in life, I’ve had the experience (pleasant or unpleasant aside) of seeing many people of my generation marry. With the social networks letting us peek into lives of people on the other side of the world this should come as no surprise.
What did surprise me though is what my idea is of a certain matter and what actually happens. It’s like having a culture shock with humanity in general.
I’ve always wondered why would games use the stamina limit at all. No, not really. The reason is obvious: let users play some, then make them pay if they want to play more. That makes perfect sense – it’s just that in a world where there are so many ways to waste your time for free, having to pay for it seems like a bit of a stretch to me. If I look at games I got hooked on to and then stopped playing for good, most of them had the stamina limit.
I would like to take this opportunity to express my deepest despise and utmost scorn towards the two beloved guardians of the law who thought I had nothing better to do at 2.30am riding my bike home from work exhausted mentally and physically, than to have a good 20 minutes of “chat” with them. From my heart I wish them a bull’s bulging boner between their buttocks and beyond.
I’m not a whisky person. Generally they’re too strong to sip and taste, but who even drinks whisky in shots? Adding water or making it into a highball feels wrong – as if I turned it into something else. So if I drink whisky, it’s on the rocks.
Last night I visited the jazz bar Blue Note with a friend. Brenna Whitaker was on stage, and whisky was in our hands. I picked a Lagavulin 16 year old because the name had that nice single malt scotch sound to it.
Another from Brewdog’s lineup, and the first I post from my wonderful backlog of beer reviews. I’ve had notes for this beer taken almost two months ago, and now I revisited them as I grabbed another bottle of the brew. I have notes taken for a bunch more…
What I wanted to achieve: be able to play KanColle while visiting my family in Hungary, without all the geolocking hassle. There is an update scheduled for the time I’m gone, so I can’t avoid reloading the game. Which means that I need a VPN or proxy in Japan so that DMM won’t block me out.
Plan: set up a Raspberry Pi box behind my router and use that as proxy.
Another one of the Nagahama Roman lineup, this time a weizen named after a characteristic mountain near Nagahama, Mt Ibuki (pictured on the label). It’s pretty much always the first to get snow in the area and the last to lose it. Also, it’s at a chokepoint of the east-west trade route across the central-Japan mountain ranges, so there were a bunch of battles around there I believe.
Earlier this month I went back to Hikone for the alumni meetup of my university club, and there in a convenience store I found this lineup of (probably very) local craft beer. There was an ale, a stout, a weizen and a pilsner. This pilsner.
Never had a milk stout before, and honestly, if this is the “great” “standard” for it, then I won’t have any again.
I noticed this beer on the shelf of my usual liquor store, and as I’m in general very curious about Japanese craft beer, I couldn’t resist picking up a bottle. There’s a lengthy description on the label about how it’s Tokyo’s “blues soul” in a bottle – I don’t know about any soul, but it’s definitely very Japanese.
