My comment was a snarky sarcastic one...I don't know anything about you, just what you wrote. I haven't heard you say a positive thing about beer yet, you may have, I just haven't read it. Of course you like beer. That's the *wake-up* ironic tone of the comment...cratez wrote:
What a stupid and silly thing to say. Perhaps you were drunk when you posted. Tell you what, go sample 1100 beers, then rate hundreds of them. Travel North America and review dozens of establishments dedicated to craft beer. Organize a large beer dinner for non-beer drinkers, create a local craft beer guide for your city, and attend all of the beer events in your area for multiple years in a row. Regularly visit the top 10 beer bars in your city and write reviews to raise awareness about them. Direct Americans and Northern Ontarians to the best beer spots in your area, bringing them much appreciated business. Support your local brewer, review most of their beers, and upload all the pics of their brews on BA to advocate on their behalf. Once you've done half of these things, you can begin to talk to me about whether or not I appreciate beer.JeffPorter wrote: If you have such contempt for beers like this, perhaps you should think...Maybe you don't like beer.
sigh...do I really have to explain irony here?
Like I say, I'm new here and from an outsider's perspective your comments simply seem more than negative...
Didn't mean to bruise your ego or question your impressive "Beerologist" resume.
From what you wrote above, though, it's very clear that you've sacrificed a lot of your personal life to promoting and educating people toward The Cause.
You didn't indicate whether your work in the name Craft Beer Rights cost you a spouse or perhaps children, but I'm assuming those losses were just the beginning.
In your bio-pic, I hope they get Adrian Brody to play you and Natalie Portman to play your wife. (If you're in a same-sex relationship then I'm thinking Mark Walhberg for your husband/partner).
I envision this scene where Natalie Portman is trying to get through to you with a crying baby on her hip ("I'm your wife dammit!"): she wants her husband back. But you're lost in a stack of old Taps magazines and angrily pound your laptop as your wireless connection goes out before you can hit "post" on BA.
...then, at the climax of the film, I'm seeing a beer dinner that you host for Romeo Delaire, Stephen Lewis, and Desmond Tutu, and how your pairing of Irish Stew with a Doppelbock inspired each of your guests in their own struggles against racism, genocide, and skunky ipas...
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No? Nothing? Irony? Sarcasm?
Look, I don't know you and you don't know me...you don't know how much I've done or haven't done. I could be a brewer of one of the craft beers you sacrifice so much to promote. (I'm not, but wouldn't that be cool?)
A dozen beers would make you happy, you say? You don't think you'd find a dozen other reasons to make you just as misable?
Again, I just know what you wrote, and what you initially wrote was negative and contemptuous.
Your, comments above, however, about me just sound petty and insecure...
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