Beer Review: Dogfish Head 120 Minute IPA

I take some time out of the hustle and bustle of moving to present you a beer review today which is quite special. 120 Minute IPA is practically the crown jewel of Dogfish Head Brewery in Milton, Delaware. Known for pushing the envelope, this Imperial IPA gets its name from the boil time. Depending on batch, the ABV can vary between 15-20% (with 17-18% being about average) and weighs in at 120 IBUs.

Had on tap at Vagabond Pizza in Abilene, Texas. Pours a hazy red-orange color with a thick cream-colored head that stick around and laces the glass like crazy. Citrus, pine and floral notes on the nose along with alcohol astringency and a little bit of a syrupy sweetness. Very complex flavors starting with a grapefruit attack supported by a sweet and fruity backbone consisting on caramel, molasses, brown sugar, banana and pineapple. Finish consists of floral and pine notes but is not really bitter per se. Very warming going down. Thick, syrupy mouthfeel and medium carbonation, this drinks way too smoothly and easily for its heft.

A beautiful beer indeed. This reminds me more of an American Barleywine than an Imperial IPA truth be told. A great sipper for sure. Pair with a hearty steak dinner or an artisan pizza. Even if you don’t like IPAs normally due to the bitterness, this is one I think anyone will love. Rating: 5/5.

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My V-Day Sentiments

As a happy eternally single person, I’ll let the J. Geils Band how I feel about today. 😉

Just a quick quip for today. Have a good one, I’m back to unboxing my stuff!

Temporary Absence

Hi all,

I will probably be rather aloof this week as I move back to Abilene and as such likely will not be posting any new content. I will respond to comments as I am able but will have limited capacity to do so.

Just wanted you all to know you are not being ignored. I’m sure you understand.

Talk soon and much love to you all!

-Lynn, “The Inked Autist”

Song Lyric Sunday 2/11/18 – 867-5309/Jenny

Songs about phone calls. Haha. Forgive me for going totally cliche for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday but damn, what better song to feature for the theme?

For whatever reason, I’ve always found this song amusing. Apparently there was no Jenny and the numbers were pulled out of the songwriter’s ass but it’s still a hilarious and fun song and I feel sorry for anyone who has the misfortune of having this phone number.

With that, let’s take a trip down memory lane as we crank up Tommy Tutone’s classic 1981 hit “867-5309/Jenny” (written by Alex Call and Jim Keller).

Hey!

Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
You give me somethin’ I can hold on to
I know you think I’m like the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall

Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number

867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309

Jenny, Jenny, you’re the girl for me
Oh, you don’t know me, but you make me so happy
I tried to call you before, but I lost my nerve
I tried my imagination, but I was disturbed

Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number

867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309

I got it, (I got it), I got it
I got your number on the wall
I got it, (I got it), I got it
For a good time, for a good time call

Hey, Jenny, don’t change your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, I call your number

867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309

Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
867-5309
For the price of a dime I can always turn to you
867-5309

867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309

(5309) 867-5309
(5309) 867-5309
(5309) 867-5309
Source: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tommytutone/8675309jenny.html

Yeah, corny and cheesy as hell, but so much fun right? Who could forget this timeless classic?

Goodbye Is Never Easy

Even if it is for the better.

I am finally free from the clutches of the company I worked at for the last 2.5 years. I cannot begin to tell you how much weight I feel has been lifted off of me. I feel free.

That said, saying goodbye to the ones I love is never, ever easy. I spent well over an hour with the HR lady/office manager who was probably my only friend at that office. I love her so much. I returned my company property and we talked about my life before this job and now looking to the future. As we talked I broke down and cried right there in front of her (for which I was apologetic but she reassured me I could cry to her anytime).

We walked out the office together, me for the last time and pressed against each other for a hug that seemed to last an eternity. We exchanged our “I love yous,” friended each other on Facebook and of course exchanged personal numbers.

Then it was off to Flying Saucer where I’ve spent nearly every Monday night (and some other nights) during my stint in DFW(TF). The bartenders there came to know me by name and learned my likes in beer. They could see I was troubled the second I walked in so I just told them straight up what had happened and what’s going on. They gave me a free drink, a glass and many well-wishes, but they were an escape for me. Even though it got bitter cold last night, I braved the cold in my signature Davy Dukes for old time’s sake, from one night the bar manager goes “how are your legs not cold?!?!?!?” She always was amazed just how low of a temp I seemed to tolerate in my skimpy legwear so it was one last time for her to be entertained by it. Nonetheless, I had my typical drinks and a bite to eat (just a bite – had a big lunch earlier).

After that it was back to the apartment for an Aberlour, a CO Final third and then lights out.  At 9:30-ish this morning, I pulled out of my apartment parking lot, bound for Abilene with my first load of stuff.

Though goodbyes were painful, it’s been past time. I’m sure I’ll be back in Flying Saucer before too long and of course HR lady and I will keep up with one another. Alas, one door has closed and the next has opened. I posted as such on my Facebook last night and I’ll share that post here.


It is often said that when one door closes the next one opens. This is so true. As I turn in my company cell phone, corporate card and my workstation, I write the final paragraph on this 2.5 year chapter of my life.

Though it was hectic and filled with tribulations, I wouldn’t trade my time at (company) for anything. It pulled me out of an uncontrolled downward spiral (getting a decent job while on the autism spectrum ain’t easy) and without it I’d have probably committed suicide in roughly the same time I started work. It was the catalyst of a renewed sense of hope and for later personal growth. (Company) took my broken wings and taught me to fly again and for that I will be eternally grateful.

Alas, it’s time for me to fly on my own now, and I think I’m ready to take that next step. To the skies and off to bigger and better things ahead.


Here’s to better things to come.

This Is It…

Honestly, it just started really hitting me hard last night. This is it. Today is my last day at my current company. It feels surreal almost. Of course I have a slight bit of apprehension but if I don’t take a chance now I might never and then I will be stagnant and complacent forever, and who wants that?

Nah, it really is time. At 5:00 PM today when I walk out of that office in Kaufman for the last time it will be with my head held high, a smile on my face and ready to embrace the next adventure. It will be an adjustment for sure and it’ll take awhile to adapt, but once I do I just have this feeling I will be a much happier person.

Nonetheless, the staff is being nice enough to treat me to lunch as like a farewell party, for which I gladly accepted. Though I won’t miss the Met and I sure won’t miss most of my coworkers and managers, I will miss a few close personal friends I’ve made during my time there. I’m sure they’ll be keeping in touch via LinkedIn or something.

I just hope in due time I reflect fondly on my six months in DFW(TF) and my 2.5 years total at the company. As painful as it was most of the time, it was the job I needed when I needed it and for that I am very grateful.

Alas, when one door closes another one opens so instead of “it’s over,” it’s more like “on to bigger and better things.” I feel that deep inside. Whatever cosmic forces might exist I feel are pointing me in this direction and have been from the start. It just took something major and nearly catastrophic (my 2nd accident) to finally get my attention. I’m not a believer in god but I am a believer in forces and, to a certain extent, signs. I’d been blowing them off for months, then it took one big one to say “hey stupid.”

Well, time to make that drive one last time. To a better future and a happier me.