How would you, how do you describe SixPackTech to your friends?
It’s a site for guys.
It’s a site for geeks.
It’s a site for gearheads.
It’s a beer site.
They got a lotta nice girls, heh.
Some funny stuff.
No cats there.
No religion or politics there.
T&A but no porn.
All of the above.
If you said all of the above, your friends would look at you like the dog that cocks his head when Grandpa purses his lips and makes that high-pitched noise. And you can do it too. Do it now. Your lips have to be dry so wipe them on your sleeve and practice. Got it? Good. Now, the next time you describe SPT to one of your friends just wipe your lips on your sleeve and push. If he looks at you like a dog would, he’s a prime candidate. Give him the SPT URL right away. Or a sticker. If you need an SPT sticker, send me an email. Then you can lip-purse away.
Is this a site for women? Is this a site for your kids? Is this a site for Uncle Henry, the Baptist minister or Rabbi Malachai? There are some folks who would have no interest in a site that aggregates content from other sites, that features mostly videos, that exploits women, that doesn’t show cats and has no editorial opinion about the upcoming presidential election. But I bet some of those folks visit here and just don’t tell anybody. And I bet it’s to see the babes. I hope they know how to delete their browser history.
This is SixPackTech.com. This is the way it started, this is the way it is and this is the way it shall be as long as I run this site. (see paragraph about the keezer below if you want to know how to kill me.) I’m elated that there are people who use their own personal time to visit this site.
Hmm. Our Facebook wall hasn’t been updated all week. The guy who does that 4 days a week (my #1 son) apparently has been away on a training mission in Cochabomba or some exotic suburban location learning some new tactical maneuvers or confession techniques in a Kevlar vest and camo pants. Yesterday, I got this update from him with two photos:
Two bombers are missing. I learned later that they were already in the fridge getting chilled. Broo Doo.
I don’t know about his allegiances at this point and I think I’ve created a craft beer monster. But that’s OK. Anyone who can choose a craft beer and talk up taste qualities to the ol’ man is doing well. Maybe that’s what his training was all about.
The Donate button is gone and our PayPal account has been deleted based on a LifeHacker story I read recently. That, and the fact that PayPal has more complaints than praises, over the longest span time that I can remember. I’ve done research in the past about alternatives to PayPal and came up short. Now that Amazon has come on board with a sort of payment system (that’s free,) I’ve opened an account in the site’s name and I’m working out the details, trying to wrap my head around it all. I’ll letchuz know when things finally gel.
The keezer is finally done. It can hold four 5-gallon Corny kegs of homebrew or one 15.5-gallon keg (with future shelf or 60 or more sixpacks. Its full capacity is probably more than I could drink in my remaining lifespan. (When you finish this beer… you will die!) It’ll never get that full so I have nothing to worry about. But what a way to go, eh?
The Johnson Controls A419 digital temp controller was wired up according to a diagram I downloaded from HomeBrewTalk.com. With ambient at 67°, I set the controller setpoint to 41°and the freezer kicked on right away. 2 hours later, the temp was at 57°. WTF? It’s a FREEZER for Chrissakes! I was getting ready to check the wiring and troubleshoot when it dawned on me that I was using one of my pull-down extension cords for power. Those pull-downs are plugged in to switched outlets. When the lights go out, those outlets go dead. Pfft! Doh!
I hooked up a different extension cord to an always-live outlet and waited until the next day. About 14 hours later, the inside temp was 39.8°. Decent. 2 hours later, it was 42°. Nice. I figured that over time, the temp swings would stabilize and I’d have a nice cooler for homebrew right from the tap. Now all I have to do is clean up the interior and exterior and brew up some beer. And fill my CO2 tank. And try all-grain brewing instead of brew-in-a-bag. And set up storage for all this homebrew equipment. And…
This website remains my passion. It’s my primary function first thing in the morning and throughout the day when I get the time. I still love doing this shit and I’m that glad that you decide to stop by from time to time.