The Express Ship to Blackout Island has returned. Last night, I had my first taste of this year's batch of Great Lakes Christmas Ale. I must say, it's a fine crop!
It is much better than last year's edition, which I found it to taste too much of alcohol, overwhelmingly sweet, and brought upon the mid-sip hangover a bit too roughly. This conundrum soon led me to abandon the Christmas Ale in favor of Brooklyn's Black Chocolate Stout (another fine seasonal, which I've already sampled this year to my delight).
This year, however, the Christmas Ale is much smoother, with a much more subtle sweetness. I have yet to thoroughly test its intoxicating capabilities, as I limited myself to half my usual quota. Regardless, the potent elixir eased me into gentle numbness before I slipped off to Never Ever Land. This morning was met with no residual effect whatsoever. The Viper approves.
Some people like to run with animals on a leash. Others like to run with animals clamped to their arms.
An Arizona woman encountered a fox while running on a trail near Prescott, Ariz., as reported by the San Francisco Chronicle. The fox bit the woman on the foot and then went for the woman's leg. She grabbed the fox, and it bit her arm. No big deal. She then finished her run with the fox still affixed to her arm.
When she got back to her car, she pried the fox off her arm and tossed it in the trunk and took it be tested for rabies, which it apparently had because the woman and an animal control officer, who was also attacked, were inoculated against the virus.
[Drunkard's note: I totally snagged this story from With Leather. And Nitmos also scooped me on the story. So much for that journalism degree.]
Look at Me!
The Booze Hounds Running Team made another appearance at Running Is Funny. You should click the link so you can get linked back here because, clearly, running is funny because of me.