December 2006

Entering the holiday season

I'm not a Christian, or any other religions that celebrate a holiday around the Winter Solstice, but I've been busy celebrating. All I know is that all the holiday celebrations are starting to catch up to me. I've just realized that I've missed my Sunday run, and on top of that, I'm in no shape to run either. The world is still spinning for me.

One day, I may have to refer to this

Where work is a religion, burnout is its crisis of faith

I keep thinking of Bill Murray and those golf balls (in Rushmore) —or Bill Murray and his Suntory whiskeys in Lost in Translation, for that matter. Does a culture even need a definition of burnout when it has Bill Murray?

Pic is worth a thousand words…

Catan Pizza

With 2 humps you’d think he could put back a lot..

Looks like Dave could have a new drinking buddy

But he’d better not let Kates beer get warm.

Wii-tastic

This is some classic stuff. I think this is a straight up legit copy of the japanese wii guide. And even if it isn’t, isn’t it enough that I believe that it could be?

This however, is just plain silly. But very very funny.

All of this was dutifully cribbed from Penny Arcade.

I wonder what goes on in Stroke City..

There’s a move afoot here to officially change the official name of Londonderry to Derry. All pretty standard stuff here, but the judge in the case is a Weatherup, no word on whether he/she is a relation.

Really though, the main reason I’m bringing it up is because one of the suggested (I’m guessing tongue in cheek, but you never know) names is Stroke City, as in Derry-stroke-Londonderry (as in Derry/Londonderry). Porn businesses everywhere are setting up offices and printing business cards in anticipation…

Now that’s some drinking…

A quick update! Had a fun weekend, went out with people from work on Friday night and drank probably quite a bit too much. We went to the pub beside my work, and appears to be pretty hardcore. Do you wanna know why? Of course you do. Because the urinal has handles for when you’ve really been on the drink. I took a picture:

And there were a few people around at 5:30 who looked like they could have used them. I’d like to stay one night so that I could legitimately claim to need them, but I suspect I could get the shit kicked out of me if I stayed past mebbe 9pm or so. That’s just a feeling though, who knows, but it’s the first place I’ve felt that way. Probably cause it’s the first really crappy pub I’ve got to, and God only knows what sort of people frequent a place like that when there’s so many really great pubs around not that far away. That and the yelling at the television when some Orangemen came on. Not that I don’t sympathize, but the yelling was pretty vehement…

In other news, check out these ace next generation graphics.

In vino veritas

That old joke is true... always remember, that no matter how hot she is, someone, somewhere, got tired of putting up with her crap. Replace she/her with he/him if you want. It's all true.
Nothing better than intelligent conversations at the bar fueled by sangria and beer.
I saw a fine example of crazy stalkers, multiple phone calls, and finally showing up at the bar itching for an argument. There are times when I find myself ridiculously happy with my simple life. This is definitely one of them. I know I'm going to have a good sleep.

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