I enjoyed this movie. It was a mix of documentary and costume drama. I was really enjoying some of the fake story about the witches, but then the director shifted to his time (1922). It seemed weird.
But then, this is a very early documentary. Interesting in its own right.
So yeah, I didn’t buy enough sealer stuff the first time. Mistake.
Buy twice as much as you think you need. Seriously. Twice as much. You can take it back if you don’t open it up. You will thank yourself for buying too much. That way you only have to sweep the driveway clean once, get dirty once and enjoy the driveway instead of looking at it in a disgusted fashion.
Twice as much stuff.
I’m finding that as I get older I am getting less picky about beer. Or maybe I’m becoming less of a snob about beer.
Either way, I’m really coming to appreciate the beers that took us from Prohibition to the beginning of the microbrew era. The stuff your father drank (or you did when broke): Hamm’s, Blatz, Old Style, Pabst and Schlitz, about which more in a minute. True these aren’t flavored with exotic fruits or bottle fermented or anything unusual. They are basic beer, but what a thing beer! Using the most basic ingredients, the brewers of the 20th century figured out how to make beers that appealed to broad groups of people.
But then something happened. Schlitz, then the top-selling beer in the States, in an effort to cut costs screwed up. They destroyed their beer, and refused to go back. Coke at least tried to placate us with Classic Coke. Anyway, the other day I was reading that you can go for the gusto once again. Schlitz is back in its original formula in test markets. Word from the old guys is that it tasted like it used to: remember, this is the beer that made Milwaukee famous. If all goes well, real Schlitz should be available again to all of us.
I can’t wait.
Now that the office has moved here, I come to Mundelein more often. And I have to confess, I don’t like it very much. It doesn’t have any sidewalks in the part I am at during the day. It also has lots of bad traffic when it’s time to go home.
It really makes me miss Wauconda. I liked working there.
That’s what some schoolboy said as he walked by some ancient Persian-Assyrian-Babylonian sculpture thingy (I forget whose work it was now). He was walking by one of the coolest things ever, and declared as only a 10-year old boy can, “Boring! Boring! Boring!” as he pointed at the sculpture with each repetition.
My wife and I will sometimes declare something to be boring in this boy’s style, when, quite clearly, it isn’t.
Go here if you want to go to a pub that doesn’t have TV blaring in it from every angle. The food is pretty good too.
