where’s my beer?

So you’re sitting around, reading a few new blogs and you reach for your beer. (It’s Labor Day weekend, and it’s… well, it’s going to be noon pretty soon now, so lay off.)

But your beer is missing. You search for several minutes before you realize your beer is in the garbage can, because your beer is empty and you threw it away already. What do you do?

Well heck, you blog it, silly.

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We’re meandering through the 2nd day of September. I’m trying to take it slow, but it’s already noon on Sunday, and I can’t believe it’s only 44 hours til my butt’s back at work. Extra long weekends aren’t seeming either extra- or long- right now.

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It was really good to see everyone at the con — I wish I’d had a chance to actually hang out and socialize with some people — I feel like I failed to finish several conversations (Hello, Ms. Roy!). At the same time, I’m like, Rilly Rilly Glad that I didn’t schedule myself to be there very much. I’m sure that some time it will be fun to hang out at the hotel all weekend with a room and stuff and really get immersed in the whole thing, but I’m glad that this wasn’t the time. Being at home = good.

Funny moment of contrast at the con. Hundreds of gamer geeks hanging around, while in the ballroom there’s a big wedding reception with a hip-hop DJ. Skinny gamer geeks in the hallway outside trying to do the running man. Sad. Funny sad, but still sad.

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I stopped at a place that is using my company’s software. The place in question is one of those mini-fast-food places built into a truck stop. This was a Quiznos/Pizza Hut/Popeyes — MAN was that bad pizza. Terrible. I had no idea you could screw up a personal cheese pizza that badly. This has nothing to do with my company’s software (I don’t think), but the fact that I knew they were running it was what made me stop there. I should have had a sub or something.

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Wife and Boy went to see Princess Diaries while I was at the Con. They went without me because I had already informed them in no uncertain terms that they would have to shoot me and then pay my corpse a million dollars to get me to that ‘film’. I:00 AM told it was ‘cute’.

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I’m watching Whose Line is it Anyway. Also grilling brats. Gotta go. (I wanna be on that show… or on Weakest Link — I would kick the crap out of that show: I:00 AM the KING of useless knowledge.)