Ah, even a slight rise in the fickle fickleness of crypto is enough to compel me to make a post. This time, I'm showing off my batch of beer which was started 10 days ago (September 2nd). After a week and a half of fermentation,
Sometimes in Discord, especially when you get a group of writers together, the chat can randomly go off the rails. Discussions on Italian weddings, sweaty feet, orange Calabrians, time travel, bananas, and butterflies merge together into one sweet dance. But all good things must come
For the first time since coming back to Florida in mid August, and the first time since having left Florida back at the beginning of June, I am brewing beer. The goal here is a fairly strong IPA along the lines of Founders Centennial IPA.
I've missed out on the last couple weeks of 50 Word prompts offered by the tireless @jayna. One wouldn't think it would be difficult to find time to write 50 words. One would be wrong. Onwards we march! This time, we are offered the prompt
“Ahem. Is this thing on?” The microphone whines. “Ok.” I shuffle some papers, looking uneasy. “I am submitting this as my entry to the Cupcake Wars contest. In this entry—” Somebody offstage is making gestures and faces at me. What the hell does that mean?
Holy cow. I've somehow fallen into a routine of posting on steemit...once a week. It used to be daily. Am I that swayed by the price of steem, and is that really all I was here for? Maybe so. I don't think anyone can make