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These kids are between 7 and 12 years old and totally nailing three Led Zeppelin classics on xylophones and marimbas!  Amazing!

In 2001, the earthquake in Nisqually, Washington was recorded by a sand-tracing pendulum.  Yes, God drew a vagina in the sand!

Another offering from my favourite brewery, Vancouver Island Brewing Company! 

Absolute Darkness India Dark Ale is as advertised: a very dark, hoppy brew.  As the picture shows, its head is white, not chocolate brown like many very-dark beers, but the true test of darkness, of course, is its resistance to light.  This product is TOTALLY opaque!  Despite its wimpy head, this stuff is so dark it could have stopped the Death Star's planet-killing ray and saved Alderaan!

Its hoppiness is actually quite mild for a beer that goes for extremes in other ways, being barely hoppier than the average microbrew IPA, but still a league ahead of, say, Alexander Keith's IPA in the hops department.  VIB understands balance very well, and this beer manifests that by not trying to push the envelope in every conceivable dimension - or really in any one but the visual!  The nutty, fruity flavours that come from a well-roasted malt are pronounced in this sip, they balance well with the hops to make a thoroughly enjoyable drink!  So it is a genuine dark beer AND a genuine IPA.

If you don't like dark beer or IPAs, I would suggest passing on this for Coors Lite.  I happen to love both (and this beer's maker in general) so this review may not be as impartial as it could be.  Suffice to say that my go-to brewery has once again not disapponted me!

6.5%abv, in a 650ml bomber, and costs about 6 and a half bucks.  Coincidence?

-=( T )=-

Tell me what you see, Chris.

"I see two D's and an F!"

A large jet plane crashed on a farm in the middle of rural Kentucky.
Panic stricken, the local sheriff mobilized and descended on the farm in force.
By the time they got there, the aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hull left, smouldering in a tree line that bordered the farm.
The sheriff and his men entered the smoking mess but could find no remains of anyone.
They spotted the farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing had happened.
They hurried over to the man's tractor. "Hank," the sheriff yelled, panting and out of breath.
"Did you see this terrible accident happen?" "Yep. Sure did," the farmer mumbled unconcerned, cutting off the tractor's engine.
Do you realize that is Air Force One, the airplane of the President of the United States?"
"Yep." "Were there any survivors?"
"Nope. They's all kilt straight out, "the farmer answered.
"I done buried them all myself. Took me most of the morning."
"President Obama is dead?" the sheriff asked.
"Well," the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor.
"He kept a-saying he wasn't . . . But you know how bad that son of a bitch lies.

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