White Sox got their magic number down to 10 tonight ( Thanks Mr. Nathan! Sweet gopher ball you served up! ) And the twins get Cliff "Utterly Dominant" Lee tomorrow. Suckers.

Started posting on 'Stack Overflow' today. Its a votey, reddit/diggy thing for developers. I got a teacher badge. Apparently, I'm a teacher! Doesn't that imply patience and knowledge? Hmm.... Sweet! I fucking rule!

So, yes, same job, same girlfriend, she's in school now. Smarty pants. She's going for her master's degree in Media Management with a focus on Interactive Media. Essentially, she wants to be a software development project manager. I'm all like, 'Sweet! We need those!' and then, you know reality, comes a head stomping, 'Pat, hi, that's your girlfriend. No, you couldn't work for or with her. YOUR DREAMS ARE FAIL.' Then there's tears and bitterness towards things that NEVER HAPPENED and I understand why crazy people keep talking to themselves. They're, well, crazy.

Budweiser is suprisingly tasty. Yeah, taste buds, in effect over here. Only took 7 months after quiting the cancer sticks. But, the tasty american lager, I can dig it. Beechwood aging? I didn't get it before I quit the cancer causers. Happy I did! Guiness even tastes better. Which, well, fuck me. That's reason enough right there, all you puff heads ( wtf? puff heads? am I 45 and trying to act young by coming up with some 'cool', 'hip' jargon to fit in with the cool internet kids? )

haha, no, I'm really me. and yes, I hate javascript and most of the internet. get a job.

Labels: beer, cancer, job, white sox

- posted by Pat @ 11:32 PM

 
umm... still alive. still at same job. still with totally awesome girl.

sooo... 2 of the above are rad. the other? well, the internet is good for it. I'll let you decide which is which.

also: zounds! lvl 30 mounts!

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- posted by Pat @ 9:15 PM

 
Man, okay, ACen: I feel old. Bought sweet things. Panels are getting lame. Luckily I missed the vampire pumpkins this year. wtf? It was good to hang with Karak again and NightHawkTheSane for the first time. Rad dudes all around. Pour yourselves a beer. Out of the box. Of Doom. Sorry, I'm still sorry about that. Its a bad idea to pick up a 12er at 11.30 when no one really wants to get mauled. MY BAD.

Cousins Wedding in Fort Worth, TX: omg. I drank. Like, lots. It was awesome faced.

Ted Leo is this coming weekend. Believe the hype: he's amazing.

Also: go read the tags for the post before this one. That's like the funniest shit I've written.

Labels: ACen, beer, tag humor, wedding

- posted by Pat @ 11:29 PM

 
I've started listening to Jonathan Coulton recently. Like, all the time. I plugged his name into pandora.com and shit got awesome.

So, man, I'm not doing real well at the moment. I had a lot of very questionable things to drink last night, mostly against my will. How was I assaulted with drink you may ask? I was leaving the bar. LEAVING! COAT(vest) was on! Bag! Was on! And then Mr. Hall challenged me to a thourogood sequence. I spelled that wrong and don't care. After a turkey, a chivas and a beer I began to mainline miller lite. I'm fairly certain I should not have been served after, like, 8 pm.

I'm leaving the bar, to go to another bar, and I get challeneged to ANOTHER sequence. Turkey. Chivas. Pitcher of lite ( oh god, what was I doing? ). Go to innertown. Buy two cute girls a beer. Try really hard to wingman up for the dude I met up with. I totally ended up knowing the girl I was talking to. She used to date Luc. fucked up, right? Her name is like Liz or something. I had zero memory last night. She kept telling me I should be a stand up comedian. And, by the end of the night, she was just calling me the comedian. I do not think she was being sincere.

To your unspoken question: yes, my gf is out of the country until tomorrow.


And I will now play WoW until I pass out, exhausted from life, at like 9.

Labels: beer, bourbon, chicago is a small town with big town pants on but don't believe the hype, scotch

- posted by Pat @ 12:10 PM

 
I am terribly ill at the moment. Drink may have been involved in the disease collection phase, but all I've to drink for two days now is a glass of bad red wine. It helped a lot the last time I was sick. This time? Well, lets read an illustrative scene from my night's "rest":

Time: 4.30 am
Location: My bed
What happened: had something explode in my dream and I'm fairly sure important things were in the explosion. I woke up and started heading to the bathroom. On my way I had a philsophical dilemma:
I felt the need to both vomit violently and explode out of my colon. Which gets precedence?

After a moment of teasing with allowing the vomit to fly, I wisely chose to allow the poop freedom. I was then able to keep my gorge down.

What I learned: I'd rather clean up a cold bathroom floor at 4.30 am that is covered in vomit then drop a duece in my pants.

Go me, learning stuff about myself in the oddest of times.

Labels: illness, poop, self awareness, vomit

- posted by Pat @ 9:28 AM

 
Oh man, I'm not gonna do anything, I think, except tell the truth.

Night the first:
arrive in SD. Walk up to Andy and without saying hello, shove phone with my mother on it into his face. This may have explained the next set of actions: the two of us devouring 20 beers in, oh, 2 hours. There was no breathing, only drinking. Until Andy broke out his airsoft guns.

Everything was fun and games and then the fucker shot my beer can (which dumped all over my crotch as I suckled as fast as I could). And then me. Of course we broke into a spontaneous gun fight. I totally won. His lip and arm were bleeding. Only my arm was bleeding. Of course, after I kicked him for falling asleep during the third Metalocalpyse viewing he woke up and threw a can of beer into my face that knocked one the lenses from my glasses about 15 feet.

Morning the Friday:
Woke up with a delicious taste of tecate (hint of tequila! and ass!) in my mouth. Proceeded to airport to collect Erica St. Louis that Andy did not know was going to be arriving. It was awesome. At lunch Andy was unable to speak for about 5 minutes. Which is hella impressive. Dude can chatter. Then we hung out on an air craft carrier and I though about shooting down Nazis. It was awesome.

Friday night was barhopping of doom. I was that guy with the camera in the fourth (fifth?) bar. However, in my defense, I totally blame Kara. She demanded I chug a pitcher of beer. Which I did, even after I reminded her it was her bathroom I was going to be vomiting in that night.

sadly, I didn't. I tried and failed. I needed that tactical.


Saturday the crying saw me shaking with I-don't-know-what through breakfast. But I did get a mild sense of reassurance when Kara reminded me they know where all of the nearby emergency rooms are. Sightseeing, blah, blah, Kara telling me not to be a drunk, blah, get to a party, down half a bottle of Jim Beam and 4 beers, kick both Andy AND Erica awake after they totally passed out at like midnight, if that late. Pansies.

Sunday was full of one breakfast, one airplane and one book on math.

In conclusion: my winter break rocked and I'm never forsaking beer again. Let's go get fucked up.

EDIT: just saw the post below this one. Check that time stamp. I have no recollection of writing that. heh, go me.

Labels: beer, booze, guns, kicking, Metalocalypse

- posted by Pat @ 9:07 PM

 
OMG. Just, OMG.

I woke up today with a bleeding forearm and a complete lack of vision. Not sure why, but someone threw a beer can into my face. Glasses lens was lost. For days.

Total so far:
Andy has a bloodied lip.
I have a bloodied arm.
I have a non-hippie life.
Stop bitching hippies?

I just farted like crazy. Go gas.
- posted by Pat @ 2:55 AM