The Douchebags

We feel you should get to know a little bit about each of the douchebags. So without further preamble here we are:

Mistress of the Pit:

So when compared to my two cohorts, I guess I’m the classy one, which I realize is a major oxymoron. I am also the female one, not the feminine one, just the female one.  I’ll not boast too much but coming from artistic stock and having inherited those virtues, not only in creation and sight but also in taste, I know what I’m talking about people. I’ll class things up by taking things to a little more philosophical level… well it sounds good anyway. I am the Wiccan of this trio. I am also a paleontologist and lover of the finest varieties of Metal (heavy, death, doom, black… this list goes on and on). I am also a collector of skulls and sharp-edged weaponry. Do enjoy our blog.

Ragnar:

I am descended from Norse divinity.  I am the Asatruar and a contemporary Viking with no legal outlet for my rage and hostility.  My Gods are greater than yours.  By extension, I am greater than you, and you will be reminded of this…constantly.  I drink beer to praise my Gods, to honor my ancestors, and to escape the daily anguish of having to deal with the rest of you.  I enjoy 80s hair metal, blunt weaponry, and banging your mommy while your daddy is out back seducing the pool boy.  Weep, for I am Ragnar, and enjoy our blog.

Jack Daw:

Jack is Zen.  That is all.  Wait….boobs.  Ok, that really is all.

Adam:

Adam is an agoraphobic with cabin fever living in Western Washington. He homebrews his own beer, cashing in his welfare check he procured by means of identity theft (thanks Rapur Naghamaenigadahahphat!) for brewing grains on the basis that yes, beer is food. He is a newbie Buddhist that enjoys thinking about going for long walks on the beach while playing Xbox. He does most of his Buddhist reading whilst on the crapier (that’s French for shitter), and thanks to IBS, he studies quite frequently. As for beer, Adam likes whatever is in season and in his fridge. He tries not to get stuck on any go-to beers, but there are a few he feels like he can never go wrong with. He likes the science and history of the beer he drinks, but mostly, he just likes beer.

Andy

Andy wishes he were as Zen as Jack and looks for excuses not to do zazen. As for beer…for years he avoided beer becasue he thought it smelled and tasted foul. This behavior can be excused because in Texas the Big 3 are King. Shiner’s been around longer but Shiner Bock is gross so He never tried their other beers (not that they had any). Who is Andy? Andy is a vegan, mazer (that’s a mead brewer you heathens) and brewer of the occasional braggott. His palate is developing but he tends to like the beers with the weird shit in them.  WTF? Why in the Nine Hells did I just write that whole thing in 3rd person? I blame Adam and John. Ok, mostly John, who goes by Jack just to confuse you.