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