I really meant to post more on the last entry, but… I didn’t. No aquarium pictures, no ant travails, no explanation of the mysterious Sam Adams ’sensual’ comment-
I lost my momentum.
But now… NOW! Now I have time.
Let me first revisit this bit though- the sweetly retarded aspects of being in love. There is nothing really sweet about it. Love is retarded. Love is a lobotomized bulldog that leaves odd, wet patches where it slept on your pillow. Treasure it or throw it out the window, either way, you’ll eventually be responsible for the mess it makes.
Hey, that was deep. I should get that embroidered on a t-shirt. “Love is a lobotomized bulldog.”
Now the Aquarium:
I was really pretty pleased how the pictures turned out. I’m no portrait picasso or landscape artist, but I do capture a fine fish.

Click on the pic if you wanna see any of these in godzilla frame.

Each of these fish is a fascinating species with their own specific habits and habitats. Unfortunately, I only remember the name of one of them, so none of that information is available to relate. I can tell you, though, that these guys are a highly reflective shiny silver, and as thin as a dinner plate. I love the ocean because the creatures within it prove that someone up there has a wild imagination.

Wait till you see the next one. It looks like some sort of exotic bird with fanning plumage.

Do you see it? No? Well check him out from underneath:

Lest you tire of fish, I’ve got crabs, too. Wait, that didn’t come out right….

I actually do know what this is: The Japanese Spider Crab. It’s the largest living arthropod in the world, with a leg span that can reach up to four meters from end to end. These guys weren’t quite that long, but they were impressive; as big as a large dog. Japanese Spider Crabs are believed to live as long as 100 years, and are thus classified as living fossils.

And on the other end of the spectrum, you have this little guy logging in at about four inches. Isn’t he cute? *cooes*

Look, a poker fish! He’s full tilt!

Had to snap this shot. His profile reminded me viscerally of my Uncle Darrell.

Aren’t they lovely? You’d think they’d be more popular.
Finally, we come to the mystical fish. I kind of want one of these now. It was really hard to get a picture, they’re crazy good at moving just when you’ve framed a shot, but I got four ’sorta’ photos. I’ll save those for after the Samuel Adams thing, but I wish there had been a way to let you see these fish. They were so… woah. Like not even real. They’re cartoons. They’re dragons. They’re fantasy/sci-fi creatures. And they’re really poisonous to eat. Think about that while I peruse some copy from the Sam Adams site, and you can let your mind wander here and there through the romantic, provocative descriptions of these quality brews.
Samuel Adams White Ale:
The style gets its name from the white, milky appearance of this unfiltered wheat ale…we add a proprietary spice blend to give Samuel Adams White Ale a unique and complex flavor, without being overpowering or cloying… The spice blend includes orange and lemon peel, dried plum, grains of paradise, coriander, anise, hibiscus, rose hips, tamarind, and vanilla. It is this special blend of spices that gives Samuel Adams White Ale its unique character, complexity and refreshing drinkability. The beer is coarse filtered, leaving a white haze from the malt proteins.
Samuel Adams Brown Ale:
Dark in color yet medium bodied. Rich and smooth. Samuel Adams Brown Ale is a study in flavor, body, and style. Supported by an interesting blend of malts, it shines with a deep mahogany luster. The roasted malt blend is complex and deep as well, with notes of biscuit, nut and caramel. The hops are imported from Europe; Noble Spalt from Germany and citrusy Goldings, a traditional British ale hop selected from a single farm in East Kent. With moderate hop bitterness, a deep malt body, and a fruity ale fermentation character, Samuel Adams Brown Ale satisfies the soul and doesn’t overwhelm the tongue.
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Tell me more, you naughty, naughty marketing men.
Samuel Adams Old Fezziwig Ale:
The full body hits the palate first with a depth of malt character ranging from sweeter toffee and caramel notes to the more dark, roasty chocolate notes. Then come the spices in full force. Cinnamon, ginger and orange peel dance on the tongue bringing with them the celebratory spirit that goes hand in hand with the season.
Oh God, that was satisfying. I’ll leave the darker stuff for the more hard-core. You know what I’m talkin’ about… Sam Adam’s Double Bock, which is actually illegal in Alabama, Arizona, Georgia, Iowa, Louisiana, Missouri, North Carolina, Ohio, South Carolina, Tennessee, and West Virginia. Now that’s a beer.
Finally, I present to you, the Spiny Puffer Blowfish.




Does that even look real? I’m in love with a fish… bring on the bulldog.
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