I am now, without question, a smashing success as a human being. I am rapidly fulfilling every ambition a humble Canadian prairie boy could have ever imagined possible.
Yes, as of this moment my weblog is the second returned result for a Google search on ‘how to pick beer’.
This is more satisfying — and far easier to fathom — than the whole housecleaning affair…
I am coming for you, My Life is Beer! (do you think you’re the only one with a fermented raison d’etre?)… Mark my words, the top slot shall be mine. I shall be resolute. I shall be relentless. I shall be obsequious, purple and clairvoyant.
Oh yes — for those of you arriving here via this query — I’m rather partial to Pilsner Urquell.
Ahhhh … and I thought that all humble, Canadian prarie boys (like myself) drank Bohemian. 🙂 You learn something new every day.
Errr….sorry about this, Brian:
http://www.google.com/search?q=how%20to%20pick%20beer
This humble prairie boy basically refused to drink beer until he moved to BC and discovered decent microbrew. Perhaps it was because the only beers available in southern Manitoba in the ’90s seemed to be Labatt Blue or Canadian.