An Amalgam of Sorts

I just can't seem to bring myself to make a post to a blog named "Grab a Pint" without a beer somewhere close by. Confidently placed to the right of my keyboard, six inches from the edge of the table, never far from reach. Army Rangers and their rifles don't have half this devotion to each other.

Happy birthday to Mike at Penny-Arcade! May your palette always be filled, and may your pen never run out of ink. But you know, if you need help they have pills now.

I just found out about David Wilcox five minutes ago. Where the hell have I been? Over 12 albums and I've never heard of him before. If you're like me and you haven't heard him yet, do yourself a favor.

My Peace Corps application is almost complete. I send my two essays off to my brother for review. Once those come back, it's off to be interviewed. I would be lying if I said I wasn't really to go. Put my ass on the next plane! There's an informational session at NC State campus tomorrow, so I'll be over there getting to know the recruiter who will interview me.

My never ending saga to survive the fsuductive Romance of the Three Kingdoms is in it's second chapter. Chapter one left the House of Shu completed, no dominated, nay PWN'D even. I left her lying there, so quiet and peaceful as I walked out the door. A rolling stone gathers no moss, baby. Next on the list, Wu. Maybe she'll make me give up the game. We'll see.

-SR

worst sense of the word

His eyes were glazed over

So I work in IT, right. I just spent the past two days at a site that should have been done in one because both of the vendors that were helping me pissed out before the job was done. I was left with my (insert vulgar noun here) hanging in the wind. Bah. Two whole days of babysitting grown men who were pointing fingers at each other. Come on guys! Shut up and get the job done! I say this now from the comfort of my own home with a pint in hand. The job was finally completed correctly, but oh the stories!

One of the vendors thought that our site needed so much care and attention that they pulled a man off of full disability to help out. This man was old, walked slowly, breathed heavily, and was pushing an oxygen tank. I shit you not. This man was about to die at my site. He even ran out of oxygen the first day. Part of me is actually glad they left early. I don't think the cops would've bought my explanation of the random dead body in my room.

So I'm back doing what I love, playing guitar, having a beer, and on the computer. I'll post some songs later.

Sean

St. Bastard

Test post

Sweet! First post on Sean's blog! I'm gunna go blog about this shit!