You're right: all this talk about beer is off base. So it doesn't surprise me at all, Caleb, that there are people building chips in their homes. I just hope they whip up some dip to go with them. (Oh, that was bad. But hey, this is a story about beer so maybe we're on topic).
Seriously, I'm not surprised folks are making electronic chips either. Some people are just like that. (I'd ask you for more info, but I get the feeling you're going to blog about this.)
Ah! Good! Now I won't have nightmares about you being blown apart by beer. But it was the bottles that blew on us. Not just the corks, either. There was shattered glass and soggy, yeasty, near-beer everywhere.
This sounds like one of those stories that begins....When I was in school, we didn't have no fancy-schmancy brew pubs, by golly. We had to brew our own... (Just wait till we have a story relevant to medical marijuana.)
Oh, Caleb, we had no janitorial staff other than us. This was in one of those old redwood homes around the campus. And 50 gallons? Yee gads, man, I hope that never blows!. That would be a nuke compared to the firecracker that we set off.
I haven't tried any home brew projects since 1975 in my Berkeley days. It ended when the bottles, which had been stowed in a crawlspace under a staircase, all exploded one night, flooding the area with yeasty suds and creating the pungent odor of stale beer that lingered for a long, long time. After that, I settled for Anchor Steam -- one of the fine old SF brews -- when I could afford something more expensive than the bargain brands.
@Caleb: I'd love to try a bottle of your home brew sometime, Caleb.
FYI our former comms editor Loring Wirbel was a brewer, too. One of his faves was "Goat Scrotum" I forget if it was a stout or what.
Anyway, you may have to wait quite a while until today's 3-D printers are ready for fabricating chips. However, we have written for years about people printing simple circuits with laser printers as a research project.
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