Another week, another combination of misjudgements and misfortune on my part.  No, they weren't technically related, but they did happen at the same time.  It's not easy to get pretty much everyone in the house annoyed/mad at me.  Except the dog; she loves me unconditionally.

It's spring and I'm once again proclaiming that I'll reclaim my claim to the basement.  It's off to a slow start, but I'll pick up momentum soon.

I'm doing a big-boy blind bourbon challenge.  And after 1 round I'm doing quite admirably.  2 rounds to go and if I keep this up I might be crowned champion. 

Speaking of bourbon, we review a recent Bookers batch that I was gifted.  But was it a good gift?  

Jurassic Park Ocho.  At least I think it's ocho, not sure what they're up to.  Either way, we need to talk about the opening 45 minutes.  I'm not saying it's bad, but I'd rather dig for west African lilac in a triceratop's droppings than watch that again.

Enjoy!