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And the northern lights commenced to glow, And she said, with a tear in her eye Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow. * Not only was Frank Zappa awe struck by the northern lights, he also gave us some good advice. We shall heed his...
A Crownsmen show feature brew from Victoria, BC, this beer is in many ways much like the show. A perplexing mystery wrapped in an unfathomable enigma. Just as we never know where the show will go, or why anyone even watches it, or if anything on the show makes any...
I played a bit of hockey as a kid and I was a hockey parent. Lifetime fan of the Leafs for better or worse. I think I could even be a colour commentator for hockey night in Canada if I could keep it clean. But when Mike Myers introduced us to the expression “Elbows...
Although our collective agreement with the COMDB Translation Department is as restrictive as a straight jacket, it does have a few proverbial loopholes, and one is etymology. And I happen to know that our egghead Editor is an amateur etymologist of the first order, so...
Happy Canada day to all you Canuck crafters and friends to our great Nation all over the world. In the immortal words of Stompin’ Tom “We’re shouting Hooray up Canada way”. * Ok, maybe not exactly a Griffin winner ** but it does rhyme, and when his boot is stompin’...
Granny Smith cultivated them, René Magritte painted them, and the Beatles put them to music. * Sometimes used in ciders,** now Whitewater is turning them into beer. A green apple sour is the sour of the hour. I have tried peach, psychic pineapple, grape and mango...
Pedantic Editor: I wonder if otto-matopoeia refers to words that sound the same as their meaning in German? Sounds like it’s time to call in the COMDB Translation Department. COMDB Translation Department: We don’t hear from you often. Don’t get us wrong, we’re not...
Inspired by Farmer Steve’s recent Nova Scotia pilgrimage, I decided to check out my local church. A V-twin cruise through wine country and next thing you know I’m pulling into the Silversmith parking lot. Helmet in hand I go in and ask the friendly barkeep what’s new....
It’s Thursday, that means it’s time for another Cranky Old Crownsmen collaboration. As always, we discussed a myriad of current and important topics. Subject matter ranged from fashion faux pas,* to early signs of aging, then on to provocative truth telling, and...
Out for a blissful bite with my wife for life. I pondered what type of light lunch lager like libation would assuage the angst of the Department of Morality? Perhaps I’ll pick a Peroni patio pint of the zero persuasion, another entrant into our COMDB 0 percent...