Not Brilliant

This week I read about a new toy Guinness is pimping. The "Surger." It's vibrator for beer.

You get yourself a can of Guinness, and you pour it in a glass, and you put the glass on the Surger. Then you turn it on. An ultrasonic device (i.e. vibrator) shakes the Surger, and the beer foams up.

So in other words, if you like flat beer but you're too lazy to shake it yourself, this thing does it for you. And afterward, I guess your girlfriend can sit on it and think of Colin Farrell while you lie on the floor in a puddle of beer vomit.

I read about the Surger, and I suddenly remembered how pathetic life was before homebrewing. People are actually excited about beer that sort of LOOKS LIKE draft stout. When I want draft stout, I get up and pull the handle.

Guinness Pub Draughts are okay, but this thing is SAD with a capital "S."

I kegged a beer today. My marvelous red lager. I'm hoping it will be fizzy enough to drink by tomorrow. I may have some guests here for pizza and BBQ.

I'm very nearly out of Room Temperature Ale, my fabulous ale made with Trappist yeast. I have ingredients on hand for a wheat beer, however, and I recently got a yeast culture going. I'll brew it today or Sunday.

Thank God I have a nice supply of lager already. My Magnum-hopped Pilsner-based lager. That will keep me alive until the red lager and the wheat beer are ready.

I'm not buying a beer vibrator. I wish joy to all those who do.