Moxie: Weapons inspection. Brilliant riff on how easy it is to turn the administration’s prelude to war into a bad joke:

I’m kind of hesistant to go out tonight. No, not because of the elevated terror threat but because I think it's only a matter of time until wankers in bars start using this stuff to get tail:

“The UN passed resolution 69 which clearly states I get some ass this weekend. If I don't, the terrorists win.”

Don’t miss the comments section, which I (ahem) had some input into.

Kerst Pater Special Winter Ale: Another Belgian beer today, another winter ale. Will I ever get tired of either? Not as long as I have taste buds and it’s cold out. —On the pour you know this beer is serious. It looks totally black, but when held to the light it reveals a winey red deep within. Head poured dense and tall, rising about half an inch above the top of my glass before subsiding without incident or spillover. Nose complex, yeasty, a little spicy, a little pine note giving a hint of hops to come. Tasting: big malt up front, lingering kiss of hops at the end. Spicy all right, but not overwhelmingly so. Just a deep bready flavor with hints of nutmeg on the way down.

I was wondering where Greg had gotten to; turns out it’s a Black Dog issue. Glad to see you back, Greg, and don’t apologize for taking time off. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

He also points to a possible source for the Black Dog metaphor: Winston Churchill. I didn’t have any idea that Churchill was depressive, much less that he used this analogy, but I dug deeper and found a book about it: Churchill's Black Dog, by Anthony Storr, a series of essays on the success of creative individuals and their motivations.

On Saturday three of my favorite people will be flying into SeaTac. George and Becky are coming out for a visit with some relatives (and maybe a little beer tasting). Should be a good time all around.

Who’s the third? Why, that would be my all time favorite person, returning from Boston.