Blowing People’s Minds With Geology

Today was a great day in teaching.

This morning, before a suitable amount of BBotE was consumed, I had to do a radiation safety presentation for a group of students in Nuclear Engineering. While we were waiting for everyone to show up, the professor and I were discussing the experiments the class were going to do with the few students that were present. When we hit the x-ray fluorescence experiment and discussed how they were going to be identifying unknown materials for elemental composition, the professor whipped a rock out from his jacket pocket. It was a somewhat nondescript looking hunk of basalt.

Prof: “As some of you may know, I just returned from vacation in Tanzania and I got to climb to the top of Kilimanjaro. One of the samples we’ll be looking at is this” *waves rock around* “to figure out what’s in it.”
Me: “Ooo…the frustrated geologist is intrigued.”

He passed the rock to the student on his left. When it got to me, I looked at it and asked, “How many people in here have taken a geology course?” One student and the professor raised their hands. I then asked, “Do either of you remember the rock identification guide and the qualities you test to make your ID?” The professor had a look of “huh?” while the student’s face said “Crap, I used to know that.”

Me: “One of the methods for identification that is no longer in the rock guide is taste.”
*I licked the rock to the shock of the class and mild disgust of the professor*
Me: “Yup, that’s East African Rise igneous. You can tell by the salty flavor due to the high sodium & potassium content of the shallow extensional zone magma source.”
*The look of mild disgust from the professor turned to awe*
Prof: “Seriously? You can do that?”
Me: “Yes, but don’t do it with the minerals of California. We have an awful lot of borates, selenates, and arsenates courtesy of all of the marine melange deposits and evaporated lakes. We’re the reason that Taste was removed from the rock guide.”
Prof: “Remember that class, don’t lick things unless you know they are okay for licking.”
Phil: “Doubly so for things in a radiation lab. Just don’t.”

The professor then high-fived me.

Questions Answered, Mark IV

And without further ado, The Questions!

Question 1: WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE THE LAS VEGAS POST? IT’S BEEN A WEEK. HAVE YOU KRUNKED YOURSELF RETARDED? – several people, including my Lovely Assistant

Answer: I love you too. I am marshaling my thoughts on the matter, not the least of which because it includes an in depth discussion of the SL-1 nuclear reactor accident because I can’t resist sharing. The Regents of the University of California demand I do my best to keep the use radiation producing machines under control and I’m afraid they have first claim on my time. Before someone says “you totally put out for the UC Regents”, I please invite you to look at this picture of UC President Yudof first. You hate yourself for even thinking that now, don’t you? Personally, I’m not much of pinstripe man and my Lovely Assistant has dibs for my body anyway.

Question 2: I’m writing on behalf a group of poor college students at *INSERT PRESTIGIOUS INSTITUTION HERE*. We feel that you would be doing a great service to sanity/science/nation/humanity/universe if you’d be will to provide a bottle of BBotE as Study Juice for the horrors that lie ahead of us. We cannot afford the expense of the BBotE & the shipping however.  Please help! – A variety of plaintive emails with .edu addresses from around the world

A: No one ever remembers to slip “Black Blood of the Earth” into one of the lines of the budget when doing grant writing to a insure a steady supply for the duration of one’s academic career. Don’t worry, you’ll learn this lesson when you write your second NSF/NEA grant proposal.

As stated back in The Joys of the Barter Economy and Alchemy, I am willing to trade or discount the price of BBotE if you’ve got something suitably awesome. I think I could be convinced to accept an acknowledgment or, I don’t know, 12th author in a publication if BBotE was truly that instrumental to successful research. I know of at least four newly minted lawyers that survived their bar exams thanks to BBotE. They haven’t figured out how to work “BBotE” into their respective practice names yet.

Question 4: Are you ever going to have any BBotE Pimps/Pimpstresses in England, because this stuff is fucking brilliant! – Aaron, London

Answer: Honestly, there have been no volunteers for the noble art of pimpery in Merrie Olde Englande. Oh, plenty of people happy to consume and pay the rapacious shipping but none willing to share with their fellow man. The closest we’ve come is the six pack of 750s that Warren Ellis got; heaven help you and your descendants to the 10th generation if you trifle with his caffeine supply. He will create new words specifically for use on you.

Question 5: Am I the first person in *INSERT GEOGRAPHICAL AREA HERE* to get a Stein of Science/BBotE? – A remarkable number of people worldwide

Beyond the US, the countries with Steins of Science in them are as follows: Australia, Brazil, Canada, China (mainland and Hong Kong), Iraq, New Zealand, the United Kingdom. I am to understand that I may be anointed as the Savior of Beer, or Salvador da Cerveja if you prefer, should I show my bearded ginger face in some tropical/equatorial lands.

As far as the US, there are a couple states that are not representin’ stein-wise. Wyoming, South Dakota, Delaware, Maine, Rhode Island, Hawaii, Connecticut, Vermont, South Carolina, Idaho, Oklahoma, and Tennessee what is up? Seriously, I want to take a moment with Delaware. People are hoisting Steins of Science all around you, Delaware. West Virginia may call an intervention if you don’t start shaping up.

With respect to Black Blood of the Earth, every state in the union has partaken except for two: Maine & Hawaii. What do I have to do to earn your love, ME/HI? I kind of understand HI considering that coffee grows wild around you, but Maine? Come on, if you don’t perk up sufficiently in the morning you might start having unclean thoughts about all those lighthouses.

Right, I think I’ve offended enough people for one evening.  Goodnight!

EDIT: Test Subject Larsen is the first to observe the cunning omission of Question 3. Well spotted. Let its secrets gnaw at you for the rest of your days. Who knows what wonders Question 3 contained.

FMJ Stein of Science Family Portrait

For the first time ever, I actually have one of each size of the Full Metal Jacket Steins of Science on hand at the same time. It figures that the only camera I have available to me at this fleeting moment is my increasingly geriatric iPhone but, as the man says, “The best camera for a shot is always the one you have.”

First, the line up:

Front Row (left to right): 350ml, 665ml. Back Row (1000ml, 1900ml, 4300ml)
Front Row (left to right): 350ml, 665ml. Back Row (1000ml, 1900ml, 4300ml)

The 1900ml looks a bit wee from this perspective, doesn’t it? How about from above? (Note: the 350ml & 1900ml are filled with ice for post-assembly vacuum testing)

Left to Right: 350ml, 665ml, 1000ml, 1900ml, 4300ml
Left to Right: 350ml, 665ml, 1000ml, 1900ml, 4300ml

Right! Drinkies time! Nurse, where’s my cocktail?

Clean Labs Make Good Research

While digging through flash drives, I found my master’s degree presentation.  In it, I included this quote from my undergrad thesis supervisor, who was a notorious bull in the glass labware shop.  Enjoy:

“Working safely is not just something you do in addition to your research to keep the administration off your back; safe research is reproducible, high quality research.  It is a mark of professionalism.  When you walk into a lab that looks like Frankenstein’s, the quality of the research is likely to be, and certainly will be perceived to be, as erratic and irreproducible as a mad scientist’s.  It’s a damn good thing journals don’t inspect labs before accepting our publications.”  – Dr. Alfred Hochstaedter, UCSC 1997

Never have truer words been spoken.  A disordered lab sure as shit is not the sign of an orderly mind.  I tend to repeat his words to the grad students of problem child professors in hopes of breaking the chain.  At least a few people have gotten the religion.

That said, I do very much like the look of Frankenstein’s lab, but reproducibility, that function is far more important than any form.

Super Bowl XLV & Steins

Some of you out there have read this story and may have stroked your chin thoughtfully, rather than regarding me as a madman with no regard for his liver.  Your thoughts may have turned to thoughts of nachos, pretzels, and 9hrs planted in front of your TV for the Super Bowl with frosty, cold beer.

Honestly, I’m not surprised.

If you are considering a “biggun”, don’t delay. We’re already rapidly approaching my normally quoted three week production timeline.  While things often move faster than that, the 4300ml and 1900ml (if you don’t want to tax your arm strength quite as much) tend to take a bit longer than the smaller.

Declaration and reminder duly made.  Time to go crank out some BBotE, cocktail in hand.

The Black Lodge, Antarctica

While I muster together all the Las Vegas, CES, and nuclear accident thoughts, something else popped to the front of the line that demands sharing.  I recently picked up the Twin Peaks gold box, which is what dredges the story up from the depths of memory.  It is worth noting that I was the Science/Cryogenics Technician from Amundsen-South Pole station for 2002-2003.  Yes, I was there for an entire year.  I was also their bartender.

Once upon a time, in the austral summer of 2002, Mark the Science Electrician, Patty the Cargo Mistress, and I tried to organize a David Lynch-A-Thon over the course of several weekends during the summer.  This didn’t work out well since the only day off during the summer is Sunday and people generally decided to devote that to drinking (or the recovery therefrom).  Understandably, it ended up being just the three of us in the Summer Camp Smoking Lounge.

Oh, the poor smokers of Pole.  They only had two indoor places to hide and both of them are gone now.  The new elevated station is decidedly non-smoking.  There had been plans for a smoking lounge but they were changed.  If you want a smoke now, it’s out into the frozen wastes for you.

I really can’t do justice to the windowless, thick point sharpie marker graffiti’d, place where furniture came to die that this was.  Every time you sat down, you were enveloped in a fog of ash and cigaratte funk.  The only thing you could ever find left in the bar was a bottle of Jack Daniels but there were never any shot glasses.  The profane scribbles on the wall spoke to a heritage of five decades of drunken, surly construction workers and Navy enlisted men.  Once upon a time, it had been the Last Chance Saloon, its facade somehow constructed from crates.  Truly, it was heaven second only to Club 90 South.  I long to be seated behind the bar there with my feet propped up on the beer cooler still….

A little after 3am, after the the last of my victims passed out or staggered home, I packed away my portable bar and the three of us went over to the smoking lounge to watch the pilot of Twin Peaks which had just arrived in the mail for Mark.  He had shipped his complete VHS set to himself two months before leaving for Pole, making a total transit time of four months before it came off the plane in Antarctica.  After finishing the pilot, I dug into my portable bar and brought out the bottle of Hapsburg absinthe that had been smuggled to me from New Zealand by the pilots.  I figured that the green fairy was the only way to cope with Senor Lynch after nearly a decade without watching the show.  Mark and Patty agreed.

After a glass each, we figured what the hell, we can watch the next two and it’ll be time for breakfast.

After four episodes and a few more glasses, we decided, drunkenly & erroneously, that alcohol metabolized to sugar just like all other food which meant, basically, that we were having breakfast already.  (I do not claim that this was good reasoning)

Eventually, we had watched it all, including the movie ‘Fire Walk With Me’, had drank an entire bottle of absinthe between the three of us plus many beers, and hadn’t eaten in 24 hours nor slept in 48.  We were, understandably, a little bit loopy when we finally emerged into the never-ending daylight glare of Antarctic summer.  When I turned around to look back at the entrance of the smoking lounge, door still open, it seemed an inviting gateway to infinite darkness.

That was when we decided to rename it The Black Lodge.  Shame they tore it town 6 years ago.  Probably still in trash boxes waiting to be shipped out.

International Shipping

Yup.  You can have BBotE and Steins of Science wherever you are in the world.  The only difference is that the shipping is more expensive. That’s it.  So, yes everyone who has asked, I can ship to such diverse places as Australia, Norway, Ireland, South Africa, Germany (all countries of origin that have recently asked). The UK is already awash in BBotE. Heck, I could even ship Antarctica as long as you crazy cats get the order well before Last Flight (otherwise, it’ll be waiting for you at the Christchurch Deployment Centre when you return).

Oh, and for folks in the US Armed Forces stationed overseas, I am not terrified by APOs.  If you are at a FOB, BBotE won’t work for you due to the time lag but steins will.  Otherwise, I find the APO system to work quite well and don’t understand why so many other people are reticent to ship to it.

I am to understand that Paypal can be a little bit picky about international transactions, so you will have to have a bit of patience with them. Glory awaits you at the end of the process.

So go forth! Press buttons! Flip knobs!

SCIENTIFIC DRINKING WORLD TOUR 2011

This is a rather last minute announcement, but Herr Direktor Funranium & his Lovely Assistant are headed to Las Vegas to wander amongst the wonder and glitz of the Consumer Electronics Show.  No, I am not presenting as neither BBotE nor the Steins of Science are items of an electrodyne nature.  There will be stein hoisting at various locations no doubt, not the least which with Steinwielder Filthy Englander and the first Steinwielder of Vegas.

And if you are very, very, very lucky, some 50ml vials of Black Blood of the Earth will be circulating clandestinely. If you see some very alert non-security people on the floor, assume they got one.

Courtesy of a recent Gizmodo article, there’s been a bit of a run on steins & BBotE in the last week.  So, unless you want a 350ml stein I’ll be rather limited in what I can bring directly with me to Las Vegas to hand off as “local”.  I might have a few 375ml or 750ml Ethiopia, Kenya, & Kona bottles to bring with me but check ahead of time with me before ordering.

This calls for my favorite version of Viva Las Vegas.  See you there, kids!

The Year In Review

There are many ways to measure a year: beers consumed, opponents bested, friends made, extra-dimensional incursions repelled with swamp gas, etc.  The list is seemingly endless.  But let’s try some compare and contrast.

This time in 2009, I had made a total of six Steins of Science.  Now, the next stein I build will be #169.  There are a lot of people around the world who now know the joy of beer that stays properly cold.  So far the reach of global domination has spread from the USA to Australia, New Zealand, China (both mainland & Hong Kong), UK, Canada, and Brazil.  I have reports that they have traveled more widely than that, confusing the TSA every time they see it in carry-on luggage.  I also have the sad news that three have perished from intimate, high speed impact with hard objects (asphalt, concrete, and a Royal Navy pewter stein during an inadvisably vigorous toast, respectively).

The Black Blood of the Earth has not globe trotted in the same respect as the Steins of Science, but has gone out in far greater volume.  This time last year, I could only hope to crank out about 6L a week with the Iteration II processing and it was an arthritis-inducing endurance battle.  Now, with the Iteration IV process I can do 6L a day and have been maintaining that level production for the better part of three months.  By my estimate, I have brought the better side of a 800L of BBotE into the world, though I must admit most of that was for my personal consumption, to keep the gears turning at St. George Spirits, and helping produce excellent science from the UC Berkeley Chemistry Department.

A good chunk of that 800L has gone out via the BBotE Pimps & Pimpstresses that stepped up to the plate so they could spread the love more readily to their local denizens.  This time last year, I was still trying to figure out if I was going to kill myself playing with this stuff, reticent to share it with others I couldn’t look in the eye.  Today, you’ve got locals in  Los Angeles, Santa Barbara, Portland, and Detroit willing to hook you up.  Seattle and Champaign-Urbana maybe coming soon, so look out.

The questionably applied science of Funranium Labs has crept into strange corners of the internet that has introduced me to some interesting people.  Between Warren Ellis threatening to develop POWERS, a shout from Mr. Ed Zitron in the Huffington Post, Ryan Flinn at Bloomberg, the UC Berkeley Alumni Association, and the people that kicked it all off, Thrillist SF, tens of thousands of people have come to read my blather and see the wares.  Admittedly, most folks bounce after looking at the price of a stein but hey, you’re still reading this, so thank you.  Let me not forget the highest honor I think I can achieve, which is to be listed as a real-life example of Sir Terry Pratchett’s “Klatchian coffee” on tvtropes.com.

And then there’s every tweet, every “HOLY CRAP, he wasn’t kidding about the 100ml/day”, all the denunciations of the steins as witchcraft (tasty, tasty witchcraft) that the Test Subjects and Steinwielders have made.  You’ve all provided me the excellent addiction of trying to figure out just how people discover my dark corner of the internet.

Of course, the fact you can read this at all is a testament to the work of two people who were depressed by my lackluster web development skills and offered to drag this site out of the mid-1990s: Jason Pulliam and Brad Hubbard.  Thank you guys for making this something real that people can enjoy, rather than endure.

And really, the true thanks goes to you that have read this far.  It comes with the reward of a coupon code.  “YEARONE” on checkout will knock 10% off your purchase through the Ides of January in thanks for all of you being, well, awesome.  The guiding ethos of Funranium Labs is improving lives with More Awesome and you’ve definitely added some to mine.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas

Alrighty, commencing radio silence until Boxing Day. All the BBotE and Steins of Science are on their merry way. Thank you all for making this a fantastically fun year if drinkable science. Other than the not-question “I demand you tell me how to make my own BBotE” and penis enlargement spam, every question has been a hoot. I look forward to a new year of delicious coffee and cold beer.

As Gabe & Max say, Have Holidays!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKDSW8ocD6E&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Got a couple scientific brands in the Bunsen burner fire. May have some interesting things to report before long. In the meantime, have a grand time all and production will resume on the 27th for those of you in need of New Years Eve BBotE or Steins.

The Steins That Are On Hand

In the Gift Buying Thoughts I stated that I normally quote a three week lead time on the Steins of Science, though things tend to go quicker than that.  However, what is on hand right now is all that has any hope of shipping out in time for Christmas.  For the instant gratification crowd, I do have a few already built that have passed vacuum test and are sitting on the bench Right Now.   As of January 16th at 1:06pm PST, they are:

Obviously, they can be reconfigured to opposite handedness with a bit of effort on my part.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go hide under my desk with a cocktail to escape the holiday madness.

Thinking of Australia

Now that winter has finally struck the northern hemisphere, my thoughts drift to the friends in Australia, New Zealand, South America, Brazil, and Antarctica that are now entering the height of the beer consumption under the Southern Cross.

Steinwielder Mark of Oz, upon receipt and taking his stein for test drive back in July, declared “How many thousand of these have you sold to Queensland?  This thing is brilliant.”  When I told him that he was holding one of four, he shook his head in dismay and said, “I think that in the depth of winter, Australians have forgotten what summer is like and what it does to beer.  We need this.”  This echoes the sentiment of a gentleman in Arizona that has built a shrine to his 1900ml stein as it has allowed him to have a consistently frosty margarita by the pool in the inferno of Flagstaff summer.

I am reliably informed Darwin is now running at 30C.  Well, Queensland, what’s your plan for your beer?

Oh, and if any of the crew down at McMurdo and Pole are reading this, have a hoot at the Midsummer/New Years party.  May the US team not take many injuries as they lose yet again to the Kiwis for the annual rugby game.

Well Played Arts & Crafts

As a reminder the domestic US “BBotE by Xmas” order cut-off is today, 12/18.  After today it becomes iffy whether things will show up in time.

Test Subject Wakey has performed a fantastic act of bribery in her return of a BBotE bottle for refill.  In addition to the bottle, she also included this handmade trivet and a matching Bag of Holding (a Minor Wondrous Item, minimum 2500gp from your local reputable & licensed magical items merchant, per the D&D 3rd Edition DM Guide).  She has exercised the Barter Option to excellent effect (similar to Test Subject Brody’s “alchemy“).  It was also rather timely as I had just that day fired one of my trivets for becoming unusable.

So, thank you Wakey and a shout out to you at Chibi Stitches.  Enjoy your Panama refill and the increased honor on your bottle.

Coffee-Electron Orbital Substitution Is Being Explored At CERN
Coffee-Electron Orbital Substitution Is Being Explored At CERN

Holiday Order Cut-Off Dates REDUX

***At this point, the only way you’re getting things in time for Christmas is by direct hand off.  Of course, if you don’t care about that, then these cut-off dates don’t apply to you anyway.  New Years is approaching…***

While I made the earlier Gift Buying Thoughts, I got poked to declare some drop dead cut-off dates for prezzies arriving by Christmas.  For Black Blood of the Earth:

BBotE (domestic United States): December 18th

BBotE (international): December 15th (TOO LATE FOR XMAS)

Domestically, BBotE ships priority.  This date can be fudged a bit if you want to go express but you’ll have to talk to me about that as the shipping will get much more expensive.  International BBotE already goes express, so no help for folks abroad.

Steins of Science are a little trickier.  I have some of them built and on hand already; they’ll go out the day after ordered.  The cut-off date for the ones on my bench, domestic and international, shipping priority mail is December 19th.  Going express would only let me push the deadline out to the 20th, so it’s not really worth it.

When I run out of those, it then becomes luck of the draw how quickly more show up.  I generally build to order, but I’m trying to maintain at least a couple of each on hand for the holidays.  I normally quote a three week lead time on the steins, but it typically runs faster than that and.  Having said that, waiting to the last minute is a sure way to not get your stein in time.  I’ve made some calls and confirmed that if you want either of the big boys, the 1900ml or 4300ml, which I don’t currently have built on bench, I can get a few in a timely manner.  For these steins, your cut-off is before 12pm PST on the 16th. (TOO LATE FOR XMAS)

If you read this far, here’s your reward.  There’s a new stein in the Prototypes & Clearance section.  The 665ml Hybrid may become a standard stein; this one probably won’t.

Rising To The Challenge – Using the 4.3L Stein of Science

As I stated on Thursday, I was issued a challenge as someone asked what fool would actually drink 4.3L of beer in one go to make full use of a 4.3L Stein of Science. To paraphrase Gomez Addams: “They say that a scientist who experiments on himself has a fool for a subject. And with God as my witness, I am that fool!”

STEP 1: Build the 4.3L stein.  Done, and took it for a test drive last night at the bowling alley.  Behold the birthday boy and his girlfriend cradling the bundle of joy.

The stein is almost as big as Sam is.
Mr. Jordan and Ms. Balan with the 4.3L Bundle of Joy, #167

STEP 2: Procure 4.3L of beer.  Done.  In honor of the holiday and to maintain local pride, I have chosen to go with Anchor Steam’s 2010 Christmas Ale.  The fact that it’s tasty doesn’t hurt.  Here is the pre-experiment set up:

Yes, those are magnums on either side of the stein
4.3L Full Metal Jacket Stein of Science with Experimental Beer

As a matter of fact, yes, those are magnums on either side of the 4.3L FMJ Stein of Sceince, which aren’t quite as tall as the stein.  All of that will be going in the stein once the beer chills down.

STEP 3: CONSUME. Beer was successfully loaded at 6:50pm PST.  Medically necessary all meat marvel pizza was also procured.

Pizza is mandatory for gaming events. With beer, doubly so.
And So It Begins

By 9:45pm, I had the horrible realization that I had only consumed a quarter of this stein worth of beer.  Not so silent cursing was made as I resolved, in the future, to do foolish self-experimentation earlier in the day.

Around 10:40m I had stopped worrying and come to love the stein.  And beer.  And most everything…except gravity.  I had a real positive feeling about all this.  I was no longer concerned by the fact that midnight was approaching and I still had over 2L of ice cold beer left to go.

Sometime around 1am, the pith helmet came out as ADVENTURE SCIENCE was in progress.  Also, there was a viewing of Professor Elemental’s “Fighting Trousers” which probably entered into the calculation too.

Herr Direktor Funranium On "Beer Safari", circa 1am and 3L of beer in

By 2am, with compatriots dropping off due to the cocktails I’d prepared during all this, I stared into the heart of the stein and had to confront the despondent reality that fatigue might claim me before I finished this beer.  A quick temp check told me that despite my drinking and no use of lid, there’d only been a .9 degree Celsius temperature gain from when I started 7 hours earlier.  My arm however was burning from the effort of drinking all this.  I am not in good enough shape to do eight hours worth of 30lb arm curls and I was drunk/stupid enough to do most of that with one arm.

That is still about 1L of beer left in there. I wanted to cry.
Staring Into The Depths Of Horror At 2am

Around 2:45am, I declared victory and then succumbed to the warm embrace of my bed on a rainy night.  I’d gone a bit numb in the face and was not coherent enough to take a picture.

SIDE CHALLENGE: On my sharing the details of the challenge and the pictures of the experimental setup, one rogue declared, “You’re gonna be pissing for a week with that much beer.”  Cheeky monkey he is, but in terms of liquid volume consumed this is a totally reasonable declaration.  When I shared this statement, Test Subject Not-A-Whale-Biologist declared this to be secondary challenge which he intended to win.  He proudly holds the record of urinating eleven times while drunkenly rambling through the ruins of Fort Ord and had to maintain his honor.  I am proud to report that he did not disappoint, making twelve trips to the bathroom to my paltry five.

CONCLUSION: I wasn’t kidding when I said that this stein should be held by the handle with the “backstrapping” method, not like a coffee mug.  Today my knuckles where the handle rested, my wrist, shoulder and upper back hurt a bit.  It felt like I’d been foolish enough to participate in a stein holding contest at Oktoberfest again.  That said, over the course of eight hours of drinking, my beer was deliciously cold to the last drop and I drank it slowly enough (courtesy of it staying cold) that I didn’t deeply regret the volume I consumed.

Back in March someone declared that they were going to “buy a sofa’s worth” of 4.3L Steins of Science for the Superbowl.  At the time, I was kind of confused as to what that meant.  Now, I realize that the 4.3L stein gives you all the beer you need for the pre-, during, and post-game hilarity kept cold for the duration.