Disturbing truth: that would not be the weirdest thing beer has ever been brewed from. Try beer brewed from yeast found in the brewer’s beard. In the immortal words of Dave Barry, “I swear I am not making this up.”
It’s a trashy musketeer-rat craft draft, I’m almost sure however bad mainstream US beers are, it couldn’t apply.
Also, for the hygienic part: some belgian beers are fermented with whatever falls from the roof, and there is at least one south american corn beer that need people to chew corn grains and spit them in the brewing pot.
Couple weeks ago I was in a craft brewery in Little Rock, which proudly sold “Double Trash Panda” India Pale Ale, so “trashy musketeer-rat craft draft” sounds to me like something that could very well be on the menu someplace in the ordinary-human beer world.
Chica (the chewed-and-spat corn stuff) is renowned for creating worse hangovers than any other alcohol beverage in the world.
It is time to talk about Narbonic going on screen. There are enough cable and streaming shows to show it can be well done,(or it could die sudden and swift—but it’s not my money) Narbonic was the funniest thing on the internet for several years and in the end a love story so it has deep story telling legs and great potential. (everyone here has read it, right?)
But how does something like this happen? Anyone a personal friend of Bezos? (not Whimsy,er, Disney Nooooooo!) Looking for input here.
Trash beer might not be that bad. After all, vodka is made from potato peelings. This would just depend on what went into it and the skill of the brewer.
Vodka has the benefit of being distilled, though, and therefor is (relatively) sterile – however it might taste, it is very unlikely to sicken or you (assuming reasonable amounts consumed). Beer, on the other hand, will still have (mostly) whatever pathogens were present during its creation – meaning even if it tastes good, it could very easily sicken or kill you if made of trash.
And all of that is just pathogens – who knows what sort of inorganic poisons might be present in something made out of literal trash.
So here’s my awkward question. In Narbonic, it was established that granting animals salience doesn’t necessarily come with an extended lifespan. Artie gets his expanded lifespan as a side effect of being granted a human form. Does the rat friend surviving the time skip imply that is no longer the case, or is he on his last legs? Or is he just another exception?
And the real uncomfortable implication- just how old is Sweetheart at this point, and should we expect her to still be alive when the mothership returns?
You could take it as whatever was done to the assorted intelligent animals to make them intelligent could have extended their lifespans as well—but there’s no real proof or evidence of that.
As far as Valiant and the rats go…there’s no suggestion, far as I can tell after taking a quick skim of the strips, that the rat colony is a creation of science (mad or otherwise)—perhaps they just evolved. And that might extend lifespans, too.
Skin-Horse mainline players
Have acted like a big close family.
But lately they’ve been wide scattered,
And disowned some like these wild three.
It’s hard and it’s caused
A whole big lot of confusion,
But now they’re here to start this family reunion.
We get on them and want to know,
Guys, where have you been?
Guys, why are you kinfolk?
What have you done with these heads that you tote?
Over and over,
Everybody’s here for inclusion.
So if they’re here, and they brought beer to the
Skin-Horse family reunion.
They were very loud
And they seemed insane.
Now they’re here to catch up gossip,
And learn all the baby’s names.
Take a calmer moment,
It’s not a bad solution.
To ask the rat and the A-Sig brats to
Join their family reunion.
So go and ask them,
Guys, where have you been?
Guys, why are you kinfolk?
What have you done with those heads that you tote?
If they’re down at Annex One,
They’ll make a solid good contribution.
We’ll say, leave it alone,
They’ll be here all day long,
For the family reunion.
Lord, Jonah Yu has suffered
With Echo Bravo himself
And he killed him half-a-dozen times, back in 2012.
When they put the question,
“So why that execution?”
He said, “Hey, you guys,
I was compromised, to this family reunion.”
So go and ask him,
Guys, where have you been?
Guys, why are you kinfolk?
What have you done with those heads that you tote?
If they’re down at Annex One
They’ll make a good contribution.
They’ve come back here, and they’ve brought beer
To the family reunion.
—from “Family Tradition,” written and sung by Hank Williams Jr.
Beyond what is implied by the name, I have no idea what a family reunion is.
My family doesn’t do them.
It’s either because we live all over the world, or because we talk to each other all the time online anyway, or something.
Do other families do this, or is this an element from the authors’ childhoods shoved into the the information age without thought?
(I don’t mean to cause offense; everyone does this)
It’s basically a big family picnic planned far enough in advance that family members who live far away can still attend. It might be a uniquely American thing, for all I know. Perhaps caused by the size of the country. I grew up in SC, and my family would occasionally gather at the farm of the patriarch of my paternal grandmother’s side of the family, because 1) everyone knew where it was, 2) there was plenty of parking, and 3) many family members still lived within 10-15 miles. (Now the farm is gone–It’s the approach area of Runway 36L at CLT.) In certain parts of the US, the running joke is that people go to family reunions in search of a potential spouse.
One of my cousins owns a camp ground in Maine, which hosts our family reunion.
I think the business was an natural outgrowth of hosting and providing for our own
get togethers.
“It was fine enough when the kinfolks come / and the kids brought brand new games. / Well, you could see how fat all the old folks was / and learn all the babies names. / Had biscuits and custard and chicken pie, we all got Sunday fed. / But I know damn well when night time come / I was heading for the foot of the bed.”
The return of the Life Partners Three. They’ve been out for some time on a spree. Their union is strong, and it’s been pretty long—but not long enough, you can see.
I couldn’t get the strip to display until I clicked comments. Hmm.
Gee,, all I tried was hitting the device harder.
Congratulations Jonah, on the long term consequences of teaching a man how to polish his shoes.
Good summation!
Are the beer ingredients based on the footware shiner?
Disturbing truth: that would not be the weirdest thing beer has ever been brewed from. Try beer brewed from yeast found in the brewer’s beard. In the immortal words of Dave Barry, “I swear I am not making this up.”
Insert obligitory joke about American beer here.
(Sorry, I don’t even drink, so I have no real opinions on beer, but it’s obligitory.)
It’s a trashy musketeer-rat craft draft, I’m almost sure however bad mainstream US beers are, it couldn’t apply.
Also, for the hygienic part: some belgian beers are fermented with whatever falls from the roof, and there is at least one south american corn beer that need people to chew corn grains and spit them in the brewing pot.
Couple weeks ago I was in a craft brewery in Little Rock, which proudly sold “Double Trash Panda” India Pale Ale, so “trashy musketeer-rat craft draft” sounds to me like something that could very well be on the menu someplace in the ordinary-human beer world.
Chica (the chewed-and-spat corn stuff) is renowned for creating worse hangovers than any other alcohol beverage in the world.
I will see your chica, and raise you home made apple jack.
You can only drink one thimble full per day.
I grew up in Nebraska City, Nebraska
and the yearly apple festival therein.
Chicha? Also can produce over two weeks worth of dysentery. (Unless it was the Inca Cola that did the trick.)
But Beaujolais Nouveau’s pretty vile, as is Kyoto’s Gion Festival raw sake.
…Suspect Sweetheart and Unity might imbibe all of these before this party’s over.
I’ll raise you a bottle or two of wine from the Silverfish Winery.
When is a good year for beaujolais nouveau, and there have been some great ones, it is heaven in a glass.
I know someone who had that experience. Apparently it was just “not done” to refuse the chicha….
I’ve never heard of Inca Kola bothering anyone – it’s a professionally made modern soda, they sanitize all their stuff.
Sweetheart’s a margarita girl. Unity, OTOH, would probably drink rocket fuel (literally.)
Just my next thought about who’s next.
I’d say Shelby
Last on my list are Ira and Dr. Engelbright.
Ira is still on the lam.
I’d love to see Dave and Helen with the daughter.
]I was not expecting to be even a fraction as happy to see that those three made it work as I turned out to be.
I wasn’t expecting to see them again, but very happy to, in any case.
It is time to talk about Narbonic going on screen. There are enough cable and streaming shows to show it can be well done,(or it could die sudden and swift—but it’s not my money) Narbonic was the funniest thing on the internet for several years and in the end a love story so it has deep story telling legs and great potential. (everyone here has read it, right?)
But how does something like this happen? Anyone a personal friend of Bezos? (not Whimsy,er, Disney Nooooooo!) Looking for input here.
One major plot thread is still dangling.
Wonder when Ira will show up.
Also, waiting for Tip and Tigerlilly.
And where Bubbles ascendancy has landed her now.
Trash beer might not be that bad. After all, vodka is made from potato peelings. This would just depend on what went into it and the skill of the brewer.
Bad in which way, though?
Vodka has the benefit of being distilled, though, and therefor is (relatively) sterile – however it might taste, it is very unlikely to sicken or you (assuming reasonable amounts consumed). Beer, on the other hand, will still have (mostly) whatever pathogens were present during its creation – meaning even if it tastes good, it could very easily sicken or kill you if made of trash.
And all of that is just pathogens – who knows what sort of inorganic poisons might be present in something made out of literal trash.
Hoorah, my favorite interspecies polycule is back! Glad they’re still happy together, though I can understand Nera’s hesitation.
…I’m sure it’s because of the once-enemy asig agents, and not because of the trash-based gifts they bear.
So here’s my awkward question. In Narbonic, it was established that granting animals salience doesn’t necessarily come with an extended lifespan. Artie gets his expanded lifespan as a side effect of being granted a human form. Does the rat friend surviving the time skip imply that is no longer the case, or is he on his last legs? Or is he just another exception?
And the real uncomfortable implication- just how old is Sweetheart at this point, and should we expect her to still be alive when the mothership returns?
You could take it as whatever was done to the assorted intelligent animals to make them intelligent could have extended their lifespans as well—but there’s no real proof or evidence of that.
As far as Valiant and the rats go…there’s no suggestion, far as I can tell after taking a quick skim of the strips, that the rat colony is a creation of science (mad or otherwise)—perhaps they just evolved. And that might extend lifespans, too.
Skin-Horse mainline players
Have acted like a big close family.
But lately they’ve been wide scattered,
And disowned some like these wild three.
It’s hard and it’s caused
A whole big lot of confusion,
But now they’re here to start this family reunion.
We get on them and want to know,
Guys, where have you been?
Guys, why are you kinfolk?
What have you done with these heads that you tote?
Over and over,
Everybody’s here for inclusion.
So if they’re here, and they brought beer to the
Skin-Horse family reunion.
They were very loud
And they seemed insane.
Now they’re here to catch up gossip,
And learn all the baby’s names.
Take a calmer moment,
It’s not a bad solution.
To ask the rat and the A-Sig brats to
Join their family reunion.
So go and ask them,
Guys, where have you been?
Guys, why are you kinfolk?
What have you done with those heads that you tote?
If they’re down at Annex One,
They’ll make a solid good contribution.
We’ll say, leave it alone,
They’ll be here all day long,
For the family reunion.
Lord, Jonah Yu has suffered
With Echo Bravo himself
And he killed him half-a-dozen times, back in 2012.
When they put the question,
“So why that execution?”
He said, “Hey, you guys,
I was compromised, to this family reunion.”
So go and ask him,
Guys, where have you been?
Guys, why are you kinfolk?
What have you done with those heads that you tote?
If they’re down at Annex One
They’ll make a good contribution.
They’ve come back here, and they’ve brought beer
To the family reunion.
—from “Family Tradition,” written and sung by Hank Williams Jr.
Beyond what is implied by the name, I have no idea what a family reunion is.
My family doesn’t do them.
It’s either because we live all over the world, or because we talk to each other all the time online anyway, or something.
Do other families do this, or is this an element from the authors’ childhoods shoved into the the information age without thought?
(I don’t mean to cause offense; everyone does this)
My family still does this, as do many others
It’s basically a big family picnic planned far enough in advance that family members who live far away can still attend. It might be a uniquely American thing, for all I know. Perhaps caused by the size of the country. I grew up in SC, and my family would occasionally gather at the farm of the patriarch of my paternal grandmother’s side of the family, because 1) everyone knew where it was, 2) there was plenty of parking, and 3) many family members still lived within 10-15 miles. (Now the farm is gone–It’s the approach area of Runway 36L at CLT.) In certain parts of the US, the running joke is that people go to family reunions in search of a potential spouse.
Which is actually pretty valid when the family reunions have been going on long enough that 7th, 8th or 9th cousins are occasionally encountered. 🙂
One of my cousins owns a camp ground in Maine, which hosts our family reunion.
I think the business was an natural outgrowth of hosting and providing for our own
get togethers.
“It was fine enough when the kinfolks come / and the kids brought brand new games. / Well, you could see how fat all the old folks was / and learn all the babies names. / Had biscuits and custard and chicken pie, we all got Sunday fed. / But I know damn well when night time come / I was heading for the foot of the bed.”
Only two of Nicks kids are shown in panel two.
Dr. Lee might be chasing the third.
Dr. Lee is carrying the third.
The return of the Life Partners Three. They’ve been out for some time on a spree. Their union is strong, and it’s been pretty long—but not long enough, you can see.
Awww, they made it work! 😀