Hypno Hijack

This is the third mate, reporting for duty. I have some grim news, so get your gullies ready. It seems that our cutthroat vrijbuiter Vessel steerer has broken his astrolaby, perhaps kept too busy in the mess hall while the binnacle was slowly warping from the consistent battering of the waves that are land-lubbers and their shiny doubloons. Dissenters will be put out to the birds whilst we display our own version of a gibbet.

The course of the Vessel-blog-(hi)story is now seemingly open for the strongest arm. A dead reckoning will likely be difficult, so, as long as we don't get caught in the horse latitudes, making not but jetsam , or run out of Hypno Hardtack, some cooperation will be needed to guide this journal-of-the-Vessel into richer waters.

Plunder on, you scurvy swabbies.

Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes!

5k Start, Run For It!

Charlie's best buddy, Chip, took Charlie snake hunting... success!

The helm is available for guest skippers. The HypnoBlog has suffered of late at the hands of this scribble skipper, and in an effort to keep the sails aloft and on a close reach, I willing, am handing the tiller off to the faithful, smarmy HypnoCrew. Those in the know immediately identify Cade, Cory, and Bish, and the wise eagerly await their contributions to the melee. This HypnoCaptain is being stretched by duties to the cause. My serving of the mast is pulling me to my roaster, and in the very near future to Virginia to assist with the second HypnoCoffee sailing vessel. That's right, Hypno has been approached and co-opted by another husband and wife sailing team choosing to put the name of HypnoCoffee across the bow of their venerable vessel in Vienna, VA. As more details emerge and I will fill you in, but the tip is: we were approached by the aforementioned husband and wife team (Thor and Jennifer) and asked if we'd be interested in helping power their newly launched ship. After a couple of emails and phone conversations (ship to ship of course), the entire Williams clan set sail for Vienna and met with Thor and Jennifer. Similar visions were discussed, and an accord was met. We will provide Thor and Jennifer with coffee for brewing and espresso, pounds of coffee to sell, t-shirts, buttons, mugs, training, and all sorts of HypnoShwag. After all of these components (training especially) are in place the nom de coffee, HypnoCoffee, will go across the bow. Thor and Jennifer's coffee shop is in an incredibly cool visual art and musical studio space called the Soundry, which they also run. Be sure and check out the Soundry at http://www.thesoundry.net/ and if you live in the NOVA area, stop and tell 'em Hypno sent ya.

And The Winner Is...

The HypnoVessel often resembles a rabbit's foot. As evidenced...our very own barista / manager Cade. He traipses in the Parson's Shop-n-Save late last night for his daily allowance of spinach (have you seen his Popeye-like guns?), and his bananas (have you seen his ape-like ??) and walks out with a grand of cold-hard cash! That's right, Cade is the big winner of the Shop-n-Save scratch-off game!
The vessel is also rocking towards the rough and competitive seas of northern Virginia. Stay tuned for updates as they come, but be assured we are excited about these new developments.
So, if you are in need of a little prosperity, feel free to drop-in the vessel and rub one (1) of us for luck. You may get even more than you want.

God Bless Patriot Dayz

Thanks for the recent coffee blend nomenclature suggestions, but...we aboard the HypnoVessel plan to honor Patriot Day with a couple of America-honoring blends. First up is a play on our normal espresso, The Minute Man Espresso, similar to the Italian Habit, just a little harsher around the edges, a more diverse flavor, and not ironically, it possess more Mexican in the mix than the normal espresso. Second commerative blend is the Obama-Rama Rosh Hashanah Ramadan A-Ding-Dong, or America's wake-up call; Kenya AA (of course), and 1/6th Sumatra (Indonesian for good measure, and I do not buy Hawaiian Kona coffee). These one (1) offs should be enjoyed quickly and while snickering for maximum enjoyment.

Oh sure, you can still pick up a pound of 24 Hour Blend, our especial concoction in honor of Jack Bauer; our suspension of the constitution in order to roast what needs to be roasted. That's right, we are bursting at the seams with patriotism, and we don't need any Hallmark, Chinese-made troop support ribbons, or phony-bologna Osama Bin Laden hunting permits to prove it...we live it everyday!

We're Keeping Score

Our normal mid-week solace was interrupted / entertained by the West Virginia K-9 Training crew. Maybe you've seen 'em, close-crop haircuts, gym-rat bodies, leaving small bags of weed around town, then giving their dogs a ball when they sniff out said bags of weed. Yeah, today one (1) of the "officers" tossed a baggie of dank under a branch right next to the HypnoCoffee road sign. The vessel was swamped with locals torn between running out to the sign and lifting the bag, and / or hopping into their cars and shagging ass. A lot of sweat was shed, but not to worry, your friends and neighbors are safe and free on their own recognisance. The dog never located the bag, obviously he was confused by the parking lot's scent. I did the best I could to protect our patrons by immediately roasting Ethiopia Harrar. Whatever... it worked...weed 1 dog 0!

They Call Me Mellow Yellow

Not only are we protecting America, but we also celebrated Labor Day by kicking out the macchiatos all weekend long. Cade served the mast both Saturday and Sunday and together we captured the above image of the magnificent yellow camper, that was befriended by many and loved by Sheena...anyone with photos of said love, please forward to the vessel.

We don't really expect another large influx of folks until the much-heralded Leaf Peeper's Festival. Until then we keep stock-piling ammo, google-earthing Osama's location, and peppering cyberspace with the type of vitriol you've come to love and respect...like your father, only better-looking.

The Vessel's Gettin' Whiter

A note to revelers enjoying the stellar mountain-top weather this holiday weekend:

"Coffee is God's way of saying, 'go ahead, get absolutely trashed on weeknights, I got your back'".

That nice little quote comes courtesy of http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/ , and if you're not hip to that gem of a website...you're welcome. Texts confirms that American youth is both funny and depraved, thanks for the affirmation.

Speaking of affirmations, The White Room is celebrating its first year in business with a wine and cheese shindig tonight on Front Street. Not just fromage and booze, but finally Hypno and Whitey linked arms and flung some art work on the hull of the vessel. First White Room artist to be hung in the vessel, Seth. Who's next? Only the HypnoJury knows.

Labor? What Labor?

Have you peeped in the HypnoFridge? We've taken several leaps of late in the cold get-n-go department; as evidenced by our R.W. Knudsen Spritzers, Knudsen Juice Boxes, and Natural Brew Ginger Brews. No one else within a one (1) hour drive has such quality products, except for your friends at Hypno, you are welcome!

Labor Day is nigh, and with this celebration of all things hard-working, we in Davis expect our native son, Mackie, to return to us and assist in the ridicule of non-workers. Where will find a gaggle of non-workers to make fun of? Any suggestions, just forward to the Vessel.

For those in occupied America, we atop the mountain have officially bid adieu to summer, and await the soon to change leaves along with their peepers. The temperatures have dropped to July levels and the light is ever-shrinking to winter illumination. It's ironic how beautiful our backyard is when it's a locals-only affair. If, within occupied America ye be, upon reading this, the answer is "yes" it is still magnificent here and you should be here.

In case you thought there was nothing happening this holiday weekend: Mark and Claire are hosting their now-annual Lawn Party on Sunday September 6th at 4 p.m.. Country Club attire preferred, and white is still acceptable. We also congratulate Mark for making his way to 40 years of living with only a few bruises and grey hairs for the effort. See you at Buxton Manor!

Back On Duty

Charlie and I survived a wet adventure in Cooper's Rock S.P. We nearly floated away Friday night; if not for our experiences at sea we would surely have perished. We encountered only one (1) metro sexual semi-urban male on the trail system, outfitted in full cycling regalia with an expensive mountain bike still garnished with the latest WVMBA number plate affixed to the handlebars; who made the snide comment that the trail was a little rough..."for the kid". To which I responded, "maybe for your kid". Of course Charlie slept through that particular encounter, and everyone else we met was from firmer, heartier, more masculine stock...even the ladies were tougher than that one (1) WVMBA rider. Note to Mackie...be more selective in your membership processes, perhaps a photo of each applicant so that you can deny the applicants with that metro-douche-look?

That last sentence was in no way meant to set up this photo, but having said that... HypnoPal Bert took a spill on his motorcycle last week and brought his battered body in the ship for medical inspection and ridicule. That motorcycle ain't gonna learn to ride itself...you should know this after the deer nearly killed you last time.