Greetings Earth Worms!

We are officially into those deeper throws of autumn here in our lovely yet complicated opt-in prison complex some still call Chicago. Leaves are taking forms of ember and our winds are doing their damn skipppiest to chill down to a reasonable approximation of sweater weather. Neighborhoods are slowly transforming into ghoul-speckled graveyards and some folks are even putting up Halloween decorations.

We here at IBW Lodge #1 are playing our roles to character as well, careening across time loops like little stuffed piggies with spiral tails on roller skates. And, in service of that salty pretzel of aphorism and image, we will be hosting our FIRST EVER IBW MOCTOBERFEST EXTRAVAGANZA THING this Satyrday here in our humble beer hovel, IBW Lodge #1.

Here's a link to our event page on that digital cesspool Facebook. You can also find details on our LOW-RENT WEBSITE in what is called an 'events' section.

This will be what anthropologists call "fun". We'll have liters of our marzen, "MOCK-TURTLENECKS", to pour into your mouths in exchange for USD. We'll also have FREE! FREE! FREE! brats and pretzels. That's right! No bio-survival tokens will be required for food! Holy shit! We will also have VOCODER KARAOKE so you can become that kraut-rock star you've always daydreamed of. Oh, and if you wear a mock-turtleneck, I'll buy your first liter.

So, long story short, get your fargin iceholes over to IBW Lodge #1 THIS SATURDAY and squeeze a little Joy out of your weekend.

But, hey, we honor all types over here at IBW. We love all you party people who show up to our events dressed like over-stuffed 1990's boy band rejects, but we also hold space for you anti-social shut-ins who fear our plague-infested planet with a kind of common sense not really found in this here our modem world. And for you, our hermetic friends, we make CANNED BEVERAGES chock full of hops and booze. And, this week, we dropped a couple newbies just for you.

Back for no good reason other than we LOVE drinking this beauty, we've got STUPID FOR JUPITER. This 6% IPA is loaded up with Mosaic and Hallertau Blanc hops making a perfect crusher that is easy on your nose, friendly to your mouth, and adversarial to your sobriety. Get this baby, baby. Get it at our IBW Lodge #1 OR get it at any self-respecting bottle shop. You can be stupid - god knows plenty of people are - but, if you're going to be stupid, please, be STUPID FOR JUPITER.

And because there is no light without shadow, no yahweh without Lucifer, no yucky without cookie and no Penn without Teller, we need to balance our Jupiterian joy with some good old Sumerian demon doom (lest our compliance team will get up our craw). In service of balance and delicious beers we are, once again, offering you PAZUZU'S PEDALS our 6% porter made just in time for you to enjoy this black beauty next to fire whilst our most wonderful time of year creeps in all about you. Get possessed by this chocolate and coffee lovely and get yourself loose, loose, loose so you can properly throw back your head and howl at our moon.

We still have some limited edition prints by Jason Pritchett (the talented and crispy angel who descended from Southern Illinois to paint our Lodge mural) from our lovely evening with Desert Oracle last week. Screwball Press screened these beauties and you can buy one at our p oor excuse for a website while supplies last. And, if you haven't listened to the show yet, Ken posted "Harvest of Souls" last Friday and it sounds fantastic. Check out the most recent episode of Desert Oracle, "Harvest of Souls", recorded right here at IBW Lodge #1, by following this link.