I’ve been nominated for a highly prestigious Liebster Award!

Yes, apparently my blogging has attracted the attention of so many top superstars in the blogosphere that I’ve been nominated for a Top Honor! The Liebster Award! It’s an award for no-namers like me who have less than 200 followers! Although it’s probably a bit of a chain-letter-esque type of co-patting on the back from one under appreciated blogger to another, I’m not too busy today, so I’m happy to play along!

Apparently I have to answer 11 questions from the person who nominated me, which would be the Beer Bitches. They blog about beer, stud-muffinly men (such as myself), homebrewing, and other such highly important topics. Here are the 11 questions posed to me…

What is your favorite beer? Ooo, that’s a tough one. There’s just so many that no single answer would suffice. Obviously “the one I brewed myself” would be the best answer. But then there’s commercial breweries too, which I’d have to mention Stone, Russian River, Dogfish Head, Deschutes, Schlafly, Brooklyn, New Glarus… so many beers, so little time! I’m having a Stone IPA right now, so perhaps “the one that’s in my hand” would be the best answer. Who knows.
If you could be a superhero, what would your super power(s) be? I’d have the power to transmute water to beer using only hops, malted barley, yeast and various specialty ingredients. Oh wait, I already have that power!
Gaga, Madonna, or Cher? Definitely Lady Gaga. She stirs the beans, and I like that. But couldn’t we at least give P!nk an honorable mention?
Have you ever (or do you) have an imaginary friend? Well, no. I’m pretty grounded in reality, except when I’m in outer space. But then after Buzz Aldrin decked that conspiracy theorist/idiot who was harassing him over the moon landings, I’d like to think that we could at least be buddies, Buzz and me.
If you had to choose between a millions dollars and being able to fly, which would you choose? Show me da money. With a million bucks I could buy a kit helicopter and still have plenty of money left over for gas and trips to Vegas.
You can press a button that will make any one person explode, who would you blow up? That’s easy. Karl Rove. He’s a drain on humanity and has no redeeming value.
You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you going? Jamaica. Another easy one. Do I have to come back?
If you were a beer, what would you taste like? Bold, hoppy, and smooooooooth.
If you were Miss America, besides World Peace, what would you wish for? To marry a homebrewer who played guitar and blogged about homebrewing and drank craft beer all day long. 😉
Daphne, Velma, Fred, Shaggy or Scooby? Daphne. She’s just too dang hott for me to resist. I’m only human.
If someone brewed and bottled you, what would your label say about you? “A bold, intense, hoptastic beer creation that’s not for the faint of heart, open at your own risk.”

So there you have it, questions answered. Here are my questions for the next batch of poor suckers who I happen to nominate…

Which world leader (present or past, good or bad) most intrigues you, and why?
if you could have an unlimited supply of a single beer, wine, or spirit for the rest of your life, what would it be?
You are stuck on a desert island for life, and you can only bring 100 CDs with you, no more than 6 artist/bands, at least two of which must be female or contain females as the main stars. And you have to choose NOW.*
Which topic in science do you feel is the most important for young people to understand, and why?
Which vehicle / mode of transportation, be it air, land, sea or “other” is your most favorite, and why?
You have to take a two year course on either Calculus or World Literature, which do you pick, and why?
You have to pick a website (or general style of website) and troll it relentlessly. Which do you choose, and why?
It’s time for a tattoo. The bus is leaving now, and you have to get one. Choose it. Minimum surface area 80 square inches.
The man/woman of your dreams is now standing in front of you. Describe them.
You are eating a foot long chili-cheese dog** with extra onions and jalapenos. There’s way more food than you can possibly eat here, and it’s kind of falling apart a little on the ends. A small, scraggly dog with a pleasant disposition runs up to you and looks longingly at your hot-dog. What do you do?
Describe your favorite beer(s), and why you like them so much. If you don’t drink beer, explain why you hate America so much!.

Here are my underappreciated bloggers for whom I intend to annoy with this chain-letter-esque award!

I think there’s an extra one in there, but oh well! Damn, this is a long post… I need a beer!

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*note that I’m not sadistic enough to force some poor slob to only have ONE friggin’ album for the rest of their poor, pathetic, half-starved life living alone on a desert island. I’ll at least also give them a lifetime powered CD player with decent speakers and a reasonable supply of music.

**it can be a veggie chili-cheese dog, if you insist

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