A toast to Mr. Maddy, who was by all accounts worthy of the gesture.
He had great taste in women, that we all can vouch for. /glassraise
If I were to write some of the strange things that come under my eyes they would not be believed. ~Cora M. Strayer~My favorite thing that I know about Mr. Maddy is that one of his former students named a beer after him. I think that is pretty damn cool.
Getting an ale named after you? Where I come from, that is high, warm praise! Heck, my dad would give his right arm to be remembered that way. Um, and my brother, too, come to think. Yeah: they might not look alike, but scratch the surface... <eye-roll>
One of his old fencing students became a Brewmaster at the Big Rock Chop and Brewhouse in Michigan. One of his entries in the 2009 Michigan Summer Beer Festival was "Svea Wartooth Bourbon Imperial Stout". So, yeah, high honor.
edited 18th Jun '12 6:01:31 AM by Madrugada
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.An award-winning stout? Wow: that's not just an honour of a memorial. That's a decent drink and an honour. Being honoured by a gnat's pee of a larger is something, but... darkly dangerous is definitely better.
Entered. I don't think it won anything. But yeah, a bourbon Imperial Stout? Not your average sex-in-a-canoe beer.
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.I must lead a sheltered life. I have no idea there was such a thing as "sex-in-a-canoe beer."
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyI'm dismissing it as physically impossible. The true name for it would be "trying to have sex in a canoe but then ending up in the water laughing insanely and later finding bug bites in unlikely spots". But that's just me.
Add drunk to that canoe canoodle, and you get a lukewarm Carling. <ducks>
PS: Will cost seven pounds sterling a pint, apparently, should you try to get ripped-of— I mean, purchase anything in official Olympic venues.
So, that's sex-in-a-canoe with highly active, not to mention aggressive, midges in the area, then. Rip-off Britain: we're pros.
edited 19th Jun '12 6:28:27 PM by Euodiachloris
FE, round-about way of saying a beer (usually American mass-production ones like Buttwiper Budweiser) is fucking near water.
edited 19th Jun '12 7:39:12 PM by Nohbody
All your safe space are belong to TrumpHoly crap. I didn't put that together at all. Humorometer must be on the fritz.
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyLooks like 'cat didn't catch it either, Nohbody. That makes me wonder whether calling mass-market lagers like Bud and Miller 'sex-in-a-canoe beer' is a regional thing. The South, maybe? I think I first heard it in Alabama...
edited 19th Jun '12 8:24:42 PM by Madrugada
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.Lukewarm, semi-fizzy, gnat's piddle in a plastic pint glass (probable serving "suggestion", all things considered): Carling. One of the Official Sponsors of the London Games, so... officially charging you extra for the water.
Standard London prices can typically vary between £3 - £5, averaging at about £4 for a pint, depending on the establishment and specific type of beer: generally, the higher, the better (or better the pub thinks it is). Or £7 for this love-in-a-canoe fizzy water at the Games. Enjoy.
Midges: aggressive, small, flying, insectile blood suckers (with a sodding mean bite) particularly found in Scotland (but not only there). Midge season is horrible. Alternatively, retail outlets that think £7 is a fine price for a pint.
edited 19th Jun '12 8:23:31 PM by Euodiachloris
I think I've heard "how is Budweiser like sex in a canoe?" as a riddle, but not as a euphemism.
Fresh-eyed movie blogAnd I recall when Carling started making serious inroads in the market up around where I grew up, as a fancy-dancy "import" that commanded premium prices.
edited 19th Jun '12 8:32:22 PM by Madrugada
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.My family has often commented that Great-Auntie Eadie's (God rest her soul) tea was love-in-a-canoe. Milky water a tea-leaf might have floated over. The alternative was "forgot she had made the tea"... so... tannery fluid. Bless her: she didn't do middle ground.
Also, from Girl Guides she trained up 50 years ago, we found out this wasn't a particularly recent development (not that we needed telling). Her lottery teas were infamous.
Black Label sometimes gets sold in the UK. It's the premium (hahahaha — not) larger Carling does. The standard is the Red Label. Which is the ovva-fizzy-piddle-inna-pint-glass. Not that it gets called "Red Label" any more.
edited 19th Jun '12 8:45:40 PM by Euodiachloris
Yup, never heard that reference before and to me Carling is "Mabel, Black Label, Carling's Black Label Beer". And I'm sure that is not what Euo meant.
All this beer talk makes me guilty. I hate beer, even though I live in the biggest beer-drinking state in the nation.
Saving a file as dlsfkjgldfgjdf because I'm too lazy to think of a title.And what state is that Bon-Bons? I'm guessing Wisconsin or Minnesota but I could be myopic about who drinks how much of what.
Don't feel bad you don't like beer. It leaves more for us and is a public service you are providing.
I'm not a big beer person either, especially as the taste seems to be trending hoppier. I prefer malt to hops.
"I don't know how I do it. I'm like the Mr. Bean of sex." -DrunkscriblerianI am not hoppy with that trend either, but I do like me some beer.
Not that much of a connoisseur of beer, myself. Partly because I can't usually afford the "high-brow" stuff.
But to each their own, for whatever ales them, I guess.
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All your safe space are belong to TrumpWell, you know what they say: one man's mead is another man's poison...
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it."Ale drink to that" blackcat said, stoutly.
Besides, it tends to be a bit of a conversation-killer....
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.