The things I do for charity...

At work, most of us young desk jockeys talk during the day using Lotus's [shitty] IM client, Sametime Connect. For your viewing pleasure, I have recreated a segment of a conversation I had earlier today. To put it in context: my esteemed colleague, Seth, is coming to town this weekend. We were in the middle of discussing plans for [drinking all day] Saturday when he let loose with the following bit of wisdom.

Seth: now benny, we need to have a talk
Seth: if we're going to be drinking all afternoon, all evening, and all night
Seth: you can't be chugging your 1st 4 or 5 beers like it's going out of style, and then demise to sitting on sidewalks early in the evening ;)

Ben: haha somehow i knew that was coming. yeah i guess i'll have to 'take it easy'...or something...
Ben: maybe i'll have to start a rotation of water-water-beer-repeat, at least at bw3

Seth: absolutely not
Seth: we'll go beer, beer, beer, beer, *didn't we have a plan?*, beer, beer
Seth: and i'll join u on the sidewalk[1] :)

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[1] Note that I have never passed out, sitting Indian-style, on a sidewalk in downtown Peoria[2].
[2] Note that this is a lie.

Husker Heaven

I got to watch last week's Husker game (versus K State) from the First National Bank skybox. The stadium was deafening for the Wildcats' last drive, and at several other points, but the experience from the skybox was a little...well...sterile. It was nice living the high life for a game, but I'm still at the point in my life where I'd rather be in the student section.

I love standing. I love being hoarse. I love being packed in like sardines in the Sea of Red. I love beating those wannabes from Manhattan and then being a gracious host after the game. I love the tunnel walk and I love Hail Varsity, because there is no place like Nebraska.

Go Big Red.

fwd:

Today I got one of those 'forwards' in my inbox. This one was a list of chapter titles for a [fake, duh] golf book. It's good for a laugh or two and it resonates nicely with my recent suckage at the game of golf. With that in mind, here is a sampling of teh funney.

Ch 1: How To Properly Line Up Your Fourth Putt
Ch 4: How To Get More Distance Off The Shank
Ch 8: Proper Excuses For Drinking Beer Before 9 am
Ch 11: Why Your Spouse Doesn't Care That You Birdied The 5th
Ch 15: God And The Meaning Of The Birdie-To-Bogey Three Putt
Ch 18: Why Male Golfers Will Pay $5.00 A Beer From The Cart Girl And Tip Her $3.00, But Will Balk At $3.50 At The 19th Hole And Stiff The Bartender

pad the walls

Afternoons are getting shorter and the switch back to standard time doesn't help. Recently, I've been thinking about how I don't like these early sunsets...wait for it...because they make it harder for me to run after work.

You'd think that a lobotomy is something I would remember. :shrug: