Two thirds of the way through the movie the DVD started screwing up, halting and pixelating until finally the whole thing hung and I had to eject the DVD. Repeated attempts at cleaning the disc failed to correct the problem. A final cleaning accompanied by a flourish of expletives actually resulted in the DVD playing through to the thrilling conclusion. Unfortunately, by that time I was completely out of the undead mood.
Netflix is to blame! What am I, their quality control?!?!? Now, I appreciate that Netflix will cheerily send a copy of an damaged DVD so that I might resume watching, but at that point what is the point? I mean, I spent the entire evening establishing the proper mood, by which I mean I lowered the lights and turned on the home theater system. Denise was totally engrossed I am certain, her demeanor notwithstanding.
Oh well, I will have to frighten her with the undead in Nick's closet. I was concerned that the undead in the closet were in fact actually dead, my batch of ESB started on Sunday demonstrating not the least sign of fermentation. I was afraid that my yeast were dead and I would be holding an impromptu funeral in the backyard. Turns out (I think) that the stuff was just not warm enough. The label on the yeast stated that for best fermentation the brew should be kept at a temperature above 70F. Apparently they weren't kidding. The LCD thermometer on my fermenter has been showing 69F pretty consistently. I applied a heating pad to the exterior of the bucket and it appears that fermentation has begun, the little yeasts as happy as clams or as close to clam happiness as unicellular beings are capable.
As long as the heating pad doesn't set fire to our house, all may well be well.
I hate getting a non-functioning Netflix movie. We have several times received them in the mail practically cracked in two. They should have some sort of "we'll repay you for the screwed up night of your life" plan.
ReplyDeleteOf course, in our case, that would involve owing us about 32 cents, since an average evening at our house is not terribly exciting.