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
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