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And now for something completely different: the Borkum Riff Iced Tea

I came up with this idea of a “germanized” Long Island Iced Tea, and after some experiments it actually turned out quite drinkable.

Here’s the Makefile:

Put some ice in a shaker, then add:

1 oz. Nordhäuser Korn

1 oz. Steinhäger

1 oz. Mariacron or Asbach Uralt

2 oz. Eckes Edelkirsch

Shake well.

Dump content including the ice into a very large longdrink glass, I use a 17 oz glass at home for this.

Top up with coke, but to stay true to the idea it has be a german brand, so use either fritz cola, or afri cola.

Optionally, add slice of lemon.

Drink, but very carefully – there are 5 ounces of booze in there after all, and lots of sugar, bubbles, and caffeine – you have been warned. You don’t want to get wasted with this stuff.

By the way, the recipe is registered with

Posted in Games

A few more screenshots from Elite: Dangerous…

So I decided spontaneously to leave my route straight for the bubble, and headed for FW Cephei instead, to turn in all my nice exploration data before Murphy came home to roost, and on the way I found this awesome view:

Those two stars are part of the quaternary system Plaa Eurk LE-E b27-0, and the distance between them from surface to surface is less than the diameter of either of them. It’s a good thing the navpoint for that system is not right between them – can you say hot?

Later today I arrived at Iris Vacation, an asteroid base in the FW Cephei system. Asteroid bases are basically the central core of an orbis starport built into an hollowed out asteroid. I think I’ll snap a few pics when I leave there. On the approach I was kinda anxious to get in, and drop all my exploration data before something bad happened…

And now without further ado:

Yup, dumping 325 million credits worth of exploration data can do that kind of stuff to you.

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Star fever

A 3305’s answer to John Masefields “Sea Fever”

By Commander Lance Corrimal, Dec 8., 3305

3.7 Lightseconds off Hegeia JV-C C26-6

I must go to the sky again: the lonely sky and the night,
And all I ask is a good ship, and a star to steer her by;
And the pull of the stars, and witchspace whispering in my ears,
And the hissing of a million worlds in my sensors.

I must go to the skies again, for the call of space is a strong call,
and a wild call, and a clear call, that rings in your ears, and sings in your blood;
And all I ask is a fast jump, and a far jump, and a fine girl
to kiss me at the voyage’s end, or maybe just some KGB FOAM.

I must go into the night again: the wild and endless night,
Where countless new worlds roll under my feet, countless riches unclaimed,
and the light glitters on icy pinnacles, and on dusty rocks,
and the wonders of radio frequencies shifting into light before my eyes.

I must go to the sky again: to the wild rovers life, the pioneer’s way, and the pathfinders habits,
where the jets of neutron stars push you further, and faster, than man would have dared to dream before,
and then I will sleep, and dream, sweet dreams of home,
when the long voyage is over.