Professor Quippy: Green beer?

Professor QuippyAnd not the horrible dye-in-your-substandard-lager kind of green either.

Pursuit Dynamics of Huntingdon has a new technology which takes the wort boil to eleven. The wort boil is not a demented Biblical plague (seriously, warts on your boils!), but the stage of brewing when “hops are added to liquid containing malted cereal grains.” Normally it takes a lot of energy, but the new technology uses “supersonic steam” to cut energy consumption by 40 percent.

It also reduces waste and pollution, so overall, it really is good for the planet.

The bad news? Well, the supersonic steam is a bit rough and it “rips the liquid apart completely to form tiny, atomised droplets,” according to the New Scientist. What will that do to the brew? No reviews are available, but if it’s any indication, the two breweries that have signed on for the new technology (called PDX), are Coors and Carlsberg.

I will let you draw whatever inference you would like.

The full story here: Supersonic steam produces green beer (subscription required), and once you’ve decided not to read that, you may want to belly up to humor-blogs.com for a sip of more stupidity.

A Tudor-iffic Carnivalesque

Cardinal Wolsey has done a divine job of putting together this month’s Carnivalesque (Early Modern Edition), with, naturally, an emphasis on the Tudors. We’ve got the Sir Thomas More Edition of the Lost PowerPoint Slides there, and there’s lots of other interesting reads. I enjoyed dogs in history, especially the story about how Alexander the Great’s dog, Peritas, saved civilization. I also found this post on 18th century “hotties” kind of intriguing. Carnivalesque here.

Ask General Kang: My god, a metre of snow! Is this the start of a new ice age?

Ask General KangFirst of all, calm your hairless hominid ass down! It’s snow, not nuclear fallout.

If you had a foot of nuclear fallout then you might need to get worried — perhaps get your best Orangu-techs working on some kind of fallout suit that you can wear to ride out the ensuing mass extinction on your planet.

Instead, you will probably have to do some shoveling. Perhaps throw a little salt on your front steps.

It’s cold. And high! Call the Armed Forces for help!

Are you from Toronto?

Next time: I have the sneaking suspicion that my cat is part of an interstellar plot to prevent me from dating — do you know what I should do?

Accurate video

This video is entirely accurate, though in the case of our cat, he has figured out that he can use his paws to compress my nose, and thus, suffocate me. (Better than the alternative, as seen in the video.)

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