Dia Dhuit!  A thought for all of ye' out there:  shouldn't imperial beers be served in imperial pint glasses?  That's what they're named after, right? Heh heh heh...

   Dia Dhuit, my brutes!  I know ye’ve all missed me.  I’d dearly like to say I’ve missed ye’ all, as well, but I’ve been much too busy to miss much more than breathing.

   So let’s get on to the rant, shall we?  I’d like to illustrate my current slant with a story.  A parable, if you will, based on a true story.  Imagine, if you will – and if you don’t want to, why the hells are you still reading – a young man standing at the...

   Dia Dhuit, my Brutes!  I know it’s been a while, but just had to do a bit of writing this fine evening.  With sweat pouring from my brow and a batch of melomel (fruited mead, aka honey wine, to all of you out there we’re trying to recruit and just don’t know yet), I’m feeling the need to expound on the loveliness that is the nectar of the gods.

   Some time ago I made my first batch of sack mead (sweeter and stronger), made from my pa’s own honey...

Good evening, my brutes.  I'd be lying if my life wasn't too busy to even write a blog right now... but I've been hoping some of my fellow blog writing volunteers would've stepped up by now!

It's not as though this is hard.  Hells, if I can do it, so can anyone else. 

A wee bit o' blogging would cheer me up right now!  Let's see them!

Dia Dhuit, my brutes!  A happy fathers' day to you all, regardless of the genetalia between your thighs.  While this won't be a blog about fathers at all, I'm simply throwing this in because I had the urge to write, but I'm not going to do my usual grammar/spelling/puncuation checking... the wee one will be up soon and then it's a morning o' fatherly fun.

Allow me to summarize my views of session beers in one word:  absolutely fekkin' awesome. 

As craft beer enthusiasts...