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Really disappointed by the lack of entitled rants so far in response to the limit change.
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just had 2 rides cancel cause of the limit drop :(

if anyone happens to be heading up from the NYC/NJ area with an extra spot let me know!
 
just had 2 rides cancel cause of the limit drop :(

if anyone happens to be heading up from the NYC/NJ area with an extra spot let me know!

lol, not @ you Nick sucks man more lol at the fact that the limit drop is having the desired effect. "****! I can't sell a couple to cover the cost of my allotment? **** it, I'm out."

Kind of crazy that 3 bottles vs 2 bottles is the difference for some people between going and not going.
 
Seriously, to me, it almost entices me more as it means $40 back in my pocket....

Lie, I'll just buy 4 more convivials now
Same. I'm down with the limit drop. It removes the urge to trade since 2 means I have one now and then wait on the other should it seem like a good idea to do so. If I had a third I'd be tempted to do something with it other than just drink it.

Less money spent, no need to deal with the hassle of trading, and fewer people going to the release? All positives in my book.
 
lol, not @ you Nick sucks man more lol at the fact that the limit drop is having the desired effect. "****! I can't sell a couple to cover the cost of my allotment? **** it, I'm out."

I actually had a friend legit get mad at me because he thought I was putting him down or something because i WASN'T mad that the limit dropped and he was upset about it, cause i was downplaying his feelings or something.

dafuq?
 
The amount of pre-sales i've seen for this beer is insane. I wonder how many are now going back on it because of the limit drops.
See, people just aren't looking at it the right way.

Let's say you bought 3 bottles for $120, and you pre-sold 2 for $150 each. Good on you, you just netted a cool $180 for a ROI of 150%, which you can stroke it to while enjoying the third bottle.

Now, with the limit dropping by 33% to 2 bottles, you are like ****, because you will now only be able to pre-sell 1 bottle, net $70 for a ROI of 87.5%, and since we all know you can't get chub with sub-triple-digit ROI, drink your remaining bottle completely flaccid.

But this is where the chaff is separated from the wheat, and things get interesting.

The enterprising shitlord realizes that there is an opportunity to appeal for more. Now, he makes statements like:
  • More people got bottles, but most will drink at least one, so the amount of bottles "in the wild" effectively drops from 66% to 50% of the batch... or worse
  • The bottle count is dropping as we speak and people drink them
  • Shaun Hill reduced the limit from 3 to 2 because this batch of Art is his favorite beer of all time, some say his Magnum Opus, and he wanted to keep a lot more for himself than originally planned
On top of the obligatory "it was a really long day and I got food poisoning from pizza that some guy from Jersey* brought."

Of course, he makes a similar appeal to both of the people he pre-sold bottles to, knowing full well that there is a weaker of the two, and that they both know he pitched the other similarly. Much like a lion probes to find the weakest antelope, so too it goes with the shitlord.

Invariably, one of the would-be buyers caves, completely aware that it's stupid to offer $250 but generally not giving a **** because a) it's only money and b) Art b4 could be commanding $300 by the time the dust settles at the end of the weekend. Being well-versed in beer equity investment, the shitlord appreciates exactly what this means for his bottom line and accepts the offer: net of $170 for a ROI of 212.5% and just like that, his boner is back.

Meanwhile, the weaker buyer leaves dejected, recognizing he is but a poor man in a rich man's world. All's not lost though, because it's just as likely that from the ashes of despair and tasting group humiliation, a new shitlord is forged, and history repeats...

So the jig is up, all you "I'm still going because I love the beer" people; we know exactly what you're doing.

* - I have no experience with Jersey pizza, just seems to be a common theme around here. No hard feelings.

Edit: despite being complete satire, now I can't help but wonder if someone is going to read the above and flip back to attending after all.

In that case, the jig is up all you "a last-second work meeting got scheduled and so I can't go anymore... oh wait, I just got an email from Ernie, says the meeting is off, you guys still want to head to HF?" people; we know exactly what you're doing.
 
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See, people just aren't looking at it the right way.

Let's say you bought 3 bottles for $120, and you pre-sold 2 for $150 each. Good on you, you just netted a cool $180 for a ROI of 150%, which you can stroke it to while enjoying the third bottle.

Now, with the limit dropping by 33% to 2 bottles, you are like ****, because you will now only be able to pre-sell 1 bottle, net $70 for a ROI of 87.5%, and since we all know you can't get chub with sub-triple-digit ROI, drink your remaining bottle completely flaccid.

But this is where the chaff is separated from the wheat, and things get interesting.

The enterprising shitlord realizes that there is an opportunity to appeal for more. Now, he makes statements like:
  • More people got bottles, but most will drink at least one, so the amount of bottles "in the wild" effectively drops from 66% to 50% of the batch... or worse
  • The bottle count is dropping as we speak and people drink them
  • Shaun Hill reduced the limit from 3 to 2 because this batch of Art is his favorite beer of all time, some say his Magnum Opus, and he wanted to keep a lot more for himself than originally planned
On top of the obligatory "it was a really long day and I got food poisoning from pizza that some guy from Jersey* brought."

Of course, he makes a similar appeal to both of the people he pre-sold bottles to, knowing full well that there is a weaker of the two, and that they both know he pitched the other similarly. Much like a lion probes to find the weakest antelope, so too it goes with the shitlord.

Invariably, one of the would-be buyers caves, completely aware that it's stupid to offer $250 but generally not giving a **** because a) it's only money and b) Art b4 could be commanding $300 by the time the dust settles at the end of the weekend. Being well-versed in beer equity investment, the shitlord appreciates exactly what this means for his bottom line and accepts the offer: net of $170 for a ROI of 212.5% and just like that, his boner is back.

Meanwhile, the weaker buyer leaves dejected, recognizing he is but a poor man in a rich man's world. All's not lost though, because it's just as likely that from the ashes of despair and tasting group humiliation, a new shitlord is forged, and history repeats...

So the jig is up, all you "I'm still going because I love the beer" people; we know exactly what you're doing.

* - I have no experience with Jersey pizza, just seems to be a common theme around here. No hard feelings.
1. I want to hug you
2. I want to burn a shitlord's neckbeard
3. North Jersey pizza is the tits
 
See, people just aren't looking at it the right way.

Let's say you bought 3 bottles for $120, and you pre-sold 2 for $150 each. Good on you, you just netted a cool $180 for a ROI of 150%, which you can stroke it to while enjoying the third bottle.

Now, with the limit dropping by 33% to 2 bottles, you are like ****, because you will now only be able to pre-sell 1 bottle, net $70 for a ROI of 87.5%, and since we all know you can't get chub with sub-triple-digit ROI, drink your remaining bottle completely flaccid.

But this is where the chaff is separated from the wheat, and things get interesting.

The enterprising shitlord realizes that there is an opportunity to appeal for more. Now, he makes statements like:
  • More people got bottles, but most will drink at least one, so the amount of bottles "in the wild" effectively drops from 66% to 50% of the batch... or worse
  • The bottle count is dropping as we speak and people drink them
  • Shaun Hill reduced the limit from 3 to 2 because this batch of Art is his favorite beer of all time, some say his Magnum Opus, and he wanted to keep a lot more for himself than originally planned
On top of the obligatory "it was a really long day and I got food poisoning from pizza that some guy from Jersey* brought."

Of course, he makes a similar appeal to both of the people he pre-sold bottles to, knowing full well that there is a weaker of the two, and that they both know he pitched the other similarly. Much like a lion probes to find the weakest antelope, so too it goes with the shitlord.

Invariably, one of the would-be buyers caves, completely aware that it's stupid to offer $250 but generally not giving a **** because a) it's only money and b) Art b4 could be commanding $300 by the time the dust settles at the end of the weekend. Being well-versed in beer equity investment, the shitlord appreciates exactly what this means for his bottom line and accepts the offer: net of $170 for a ROI of 212.5% and just like that, his boner is back.

Meanwhile, the weaker buyer leaves dejected, recognizing he is but a poor man in a rich man's world. All's not lost though, because it's just as likely that from the ashes of despair and tasting group humiliation, a new shitlord is forged, and history repeats...

So the jig is up, all you "I'm still going because I love the beer" people; we know exactly what you're doing.

* - I have no experience with Jersey pizza, just seems to be a common theme around here. No hard feelings.

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See, people just aren't looking at it the right way.

Let's say you bought 3 bottles for $120, and you pre-sold 2 for $150 each. Good on you, you just netted a cool $180 for a ROI of 150%, which you can stroke it to while enjoying the third bottle.

Now, with the limit dropping by 33% to 2 bottles, you are like ****, because you will now only be able to pre-sell 1 bottle, net $70 for a ROI of 87.5%, and since we all know you can't get chub with sub-triple-digit ROI, drink your remaining bottle completely flaccid.

But this is where the chaff is separated from the wheat, and things get interesting.

The enterprising shitlord realizes that there is an opportunity to appeal for more. Now, he makes statements like:
  • More people got bottles, but most will drink at least one, so the amount of bottles "in the wild" effectively drops from 66% to 50% of the batch... or worse
  • The bottle count is dropping as we speak and people drink them
  • Shaun Hill reduced the limit from 3 to 2 because this batch of Art is his favorite beer of all time, some say his Magnum Opus, and he wanted to keep a lot more for himself than originally planned
On top of the obligatory "it was a really long day and I got food poisoning from pizza that some guy from Jersey* brought."

Of course, he makes a similar appeal to both of the people he pre-sold bottles to, knowing full well that there is a weaker of the two, and that they both know he pitched the other similarly. Much like a lion probes to find the weakest antelope, so too it goes with the shitlord.

Invariably, one of the would-be buyers caves, completely aware that it's stupid to offer $250 but generally not giving a **** because a) it's only money and b) Art b4 could be commanding $300 by the time the dust settles at the end of the weekend. Being well-versed in beer equity investment, the shitlord appreciates exactly what this means for his bottom line and accepts the offer: net of $170 for a ROI of 212.5% and just like that, his boner is back.

Meanwhile, the weaker buyer leaves dejected, recognizing he is but a poor man in a rich man's world. All's not lost though, because it's just as likely that from the ashes of despair and tasting group humiliation, a new shitlord is forged, and history repeats...

So the jig is up, all you "I'm still going because I love the beer" people; we know exactly what you're doing.

* - I have no experience with Jersey pizza, just seems to be a common theme around here. No hard feelings.
A smart shitlord needs to account for gas, wait time, and weather though... Also anyone wanna gopickitupforme? kthx.
 
I actually had a friend legit get mad at me because he thought I was putting him down or something because i WASN'T mad that the limit dropped and he was upset about it, cause i was downplaying his feelings or something.

dafuq?
I don't think this person should be your friend anymore.
 
See, people just aren't looking at it the right way.

Let's say you bought 3 bottles for $120, and you pre-sold 2 for $150 each. Good on you, you just netted a cool $180 for a ROI of 150%, which you can stroke it to while enjoying the third bottle.

Now, with the limit dropping by 33% to 2 bottles, you are like ****, because you will now only be able to pre-sell 1 bottle, net $70 for a ROI of 87.5%, and since we all know you can't get chub with sub-triple-digit ROI, drink your remaining bottle completely flaccid.

But this is where the chaff is separated from the wheat, and things get interesting.

The enterprising shitlord realizes that there is an opportunity to appeal for more. Now, he makes statements like:
  • More people got bottles, but most will drink at least one, so the amount of bottles "in the wild" effectively drops from 66% to 50% of the batch... or worse
  • The bottle count is dropping as we speak and people drink them
  • Shaun Hill reduced the limit from 3 to 2 because this batch of Art is his favorite beer of all time, some say his Magnum Opus, and he wanted to keep a lot more for himself than originally planned
On top of the obligatory "it was a really long day and I got food poisoning from pizza that some guy from Jersey* brought."

Of course, he makes a similar appeal to both of the people he pre-sold bottles to, knowing full well that there is a weaker of the two, and that they both know he pitched the other similarly. Much like a lion probes to find the weakest antelope, so too it goes with the shitlord.

Invariably, one of the would-be buyers caves, completely aware that it's stupid to offer $250 but generally not giving a **** because a) it's only money and b) Art b4 could be commanding $300 by the time the dust settles at the end of the weekend. Being well-versed in beer equity investment, the shitlord appreciates exactly what this means for his bottom line and accepts the offer: net of $170 for a ROI of 212.5% and just like that, his boner is back.

Meanwhile, the weaker buyer leaves dejected, recognizing he is but a poor man in a rich man's world. All's not lost though, because it's just as likely that from the ashes of despair and tasting group humiliation, a new shitlord is forged, and history repeats...

So the jig is up, all you "I'm still going because I love the beer" people; we know exactly what you're doing.

* - I have no experience with Jersey pizza, just seems to be a common theme around here. No hard feelings.

Edit: despite being complete satire, now I can't help but wonder if someone is going to read the above and flip back to attending after all.

In that case, the jig is up all you "a last-second work meeting got scheduled and so I can't go anymore... oh wait, I just got an email from Ernie, says the meeting is off, you guys still want to head to HF?" people; we know exactly what you're doing.

This is as good as the response to 'The torment of Ann' on BA. Some of you have to remember that gem...
 
For posterity:

http://www.beeradvocate.com/community/threads/the-torment-of-ann.252112/

Jweave16, New York

"So I never thought having multiple bottles of a beer I can't wait to try would be so difficult. After trading a friend and mines mutual bottle I'm left with 1 to drink and 1 I planned to hold onto. With all the hype and crazy offers I'm not sure it's worth hanging onto the other. Just wondering what people's feelings are on trading/holding onto hard to come by beer. Ever regret your decision either way?"

TampaRainman

"Yes, the torment. I'm all too familiar with it.

Here's what you need to do:

After you and your buddy pick up all three bottles of Ann you need to get them together. Take a picture. You may want to consider posing with the beer lest someone disbelieve your tale of divine fortune and ensuing tragedy. After you have taken the picture, hold a brief memorial service for the bottle of Ann you are trading. Invite some other HF saisons to pay their respects as well. Consider pouring an Arthur down the drain in front of that Ann just to let her know how much she means to you. When the tiny pool of condensate drips down her tapered neck and you know she's wondering why you traded her for a one-off Cantillon or (gasp!) a bevy of barrel aged stouts, you can tell her that "It's not you, babe. It's me." After you tape up the cardboard casket on that Ann, proceed with drinking one of the other two.

As you drink the second Ann take more pictures. Take pictures of the Ann in various glasses in different parts of your house under differing lighting conditions? Why? Well first, it's because she likes it. But also, it's so that a few times a year you can post a different picture of that Ann on your chosen social media site(s) and people will think that you're just the type of beer hero they've been looking for--someone who regularly domes Ann in their bathroom on a Tuesday morning. As you're drinking the Ann, take down extremely detailed tasting notes. Find the oak, the honey, the freshly born goat. Is that a hint of Nietzche's ballsack you're picking up? This exercise will better enable you to authoritatively opine how much better Ann is than any other beer and laugh dismissively at anyone who hasn't tried Ann and the entire notion of subjective taste.

After you've finished drinking the second Ann, you'll need to face your tormentor. The third Ann. She will need some reassurance. She will be fearful of being strangled with bubble wrap and shipped off to some collector's dungeon, likely never caressed for years and only to be seen again in the occasional FT post for the next big uberwhale release (did someone say that Juicy is being brewed again?). With the memory of the spent bottle of Ann ever fresh in her mind, she will also remain anxious that to you she'll always be "just another Ann." She'll always be concerned that she'll taste "faded," or that she has "dropped off considerably since the release," or god forbid--that she never even "peaked." Plus, she knows you are conflicted. How can she possibly compete with the vision of her you hold--a vision that sees her not merely as a bottle of saison but rather as a means to an end? She knows that no matter how much you love her, there will always be a part of you that views her as potential energy just waiting to unleash a kinetic frenzy of trade offers. So, what do you do? What if when you try Ann a few weeks from now it doesn't change your worldview and political leanings?What if it just tastes like beer? But by then, perhaps other lottery winners have already started coming to the same conclusion. Now there are FTs popping up left and right. Demand plummets. You can't get to your computer fast enough. The unlimited potential that you once saw in that third bottle of Ann suddenly starts attracting FT: Ann ISO: Black Tuesday posts that even non-California traders back up with non-sarcastic replies of "Great offer, bro! This should get done in a second."

Here's what you do. Get your five best buddies together. Ask them to each pack a bottle of beer to share, whether it's a Miller Light or a Don Q, and hike up Mount Mansfield. Crush all the beers together at the summit and revel in the fact that you're healthy enough to climb Mount Mansfield and that you've got five good friends who are also healthy enough to climb a mountain and who enjoy hanging out together enough that nobody gives two ***** about whatever bottles everyone ends up bringing. When you're done drinking the bottles, stand defiantly, shout "ISO: Freeeeeeedom!" and throw the Ann down that mountain of doom and you'll be rid of this torment forever. (Please make sure to pick up the empty bottle of Ann on your way down--littering isn't cool).


Or maybe just trade it for a couple KBBS? I hear that ****'s tasty."
 
Sounds like Farmer Wave won't make it past tomorrow. Shame, my girlfriend probably would have loved that beer, being a fan of saisons and margaritas. For those of you who've had it, is it worth tracking down for that purpose?
 
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