While I was making coffee today I noticed something that may cause my beer to taste a bit wierd. My Brita filter needed replacement, and while I was replacing it I remember how slowly water is filtered through the filter compared to the speed at which I placed 1.5 gal of water into the brew pot and 3 GL into the cooling bucket. That's right I didn't use filter water this time I used straight tap water. I've not had tap water straight in my neighborhood so I don't quite know what flavors into the beer but I'm going to find out. I also tried using a wort cooler last night but I don't think it worked the way I wanted it to. It's about ten foot of plastic hose that I ran through a pot of cold tap water. Maybe I should have tried to find copper piping that would fit my plastic hose, or maybe just get another 5 gl bucket to dip the hose into.
While I'm plugging in memories into my external hard drive I went to Oggi's Saturday for a pizza and a beer. I didn't plan it that way I was actually planning on going to Costco to buy something I could heat up and eat at the apartment. However as I drove around on auto pilot I ended up at Navy Fed. So, since I was there I drew out some money. Since now I had the cash in hand I might as well go out to eat, and since I was in the mood for pizza I might as well go to Oggi's for a beer. As it turned out all this must have been guided by God. For what purpose I still don't know. While I was waiting on my pizza some guy that looked familiar sat down next to me. Since I couldn't place him I ignored him, you wouldn't know how often this happens. Then opprotunity knocked, while watching a boxing match one of the fighters did a standing 8 count. This happens alot in boxing, a fighter at about the sixth round gets tired so grads the rope and hangs on while the ref. counts to eight. When the ref. gets to eight the boxer lets go and continues boxing. This time though instead the boxer took a knee two second later, probably thinking the counting would start over, but since he didn't throw any punches between the time he grabbed the ropes and then took a knee it counted as the same count so he was out. He was pissed at the ref. but that didn't change anything all his bitchin' and bellyaching couldn't change the call anymore than it could change the course of a river. I saw the similarities as to those of knuckleheads that would be U/A for 29 days and come back, and jump ship again before the capt. could see them for their first offence. So told the guy next to me and found out he was on the Mighty Mac from '94 till I think '97. While we were talking we both found out that one of his buddies was on the, "McFuckme," (I guess not all people were happy there) at the beginning of my arrival on board, and he didn't even know.