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Yes, Virginia, there is a Beer Fairy...

Howz'bout an ice axe? One piece of gear, does two jorbs...

sources indicate he already has... and still does. sickie

YES, BUT THEIR FACES IZ NOT HAZ SMILEZ

Take your hand and place it on the little rounded plastic thingy with the long tail coming out of it (it's called a mouse) sitting next to you, and move it around to cause the little arrow thingy to move up into that rectangular box thingy (that's called an address bar) at the top of your screen (that's the TV-looking-thingy in front of you). Once your little arrow thingy is in that box thingy, type these letters (using the keyboard thingy with all of those pretty letters and stuff sitting in front of you): w - w - w - . - g - o - o - g - l - e - . - c - o - m and then move your little arrow thingy over to the little icon (that's a symbol thingy) that looks like a couple of green arrows chasing each other, or whatever else your particular operating system's platform may use for the "Enter" action. Then, if you wait just a little bit, this really really cool website thingy called "Google" will come up on your screen (that's the TV-looking-thingy again). This really really cool website thingy called Google will also have a rectangular box thingy (it's another address bar - imagine that!), right in the middle of your TV-looking-thingy. Now, use that keyboard thingy again to type in these letters: o - t - t - m - a - r - - l - i - e - b - e - r - t and do that "Enter" thingy again. Wait a little bit again, and you will see all sorts of different places (called websites, again) where you can go and find videos (those are like, short movies) to look at of this Ottmar guy playing this guitar thingy that you are so wrapped up in. Good luck, let me know if you have any trouble figuring this out, m'kay?

It is exceedingly difficult to perform any action upon that which does not exist.

Ottmar Liebert would smoke that guy.

Well Teresa, just a few minutes ago I rummaged around in the office refrigerator, and found one solitary canned beverage. I would not really call it beer, but it is marketed as such. I hardly think y'all will believe me when I say that I just drank a Bud Light. My brain is mush, and my vision is blurring. I'm going home to bed, now... G'night. I see myself being back at the office again tomorrow, at least for part of the day.

Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Thank you, Steve, yah bastard!

HA!!!1 YOU'RE ALL WRONG!!!1 At this very moment, I am STILL at work, crunching away on the results of a bid opening for a project of mine that has been 5 FUCKING YEARS in the making! At long last, it's finally going to construction. Now, y'all need to know that I was supposed to be bivying in the snow up on Chinook Pass by now, having already imbibed copious amounts of various libations, blissfully snoozing away in preparation for my mountain rescue winter training excercise which begins tomorrow morning... But noooooooooooooooooooooooooo, here I sit, taking a short break from the monotonous drudgery that is the process of verification of bids received. And I thought I would get no more than a half-dozen bids. Should be easy enough to verify some bids and have my presentation ready for Monday night's council meeting without having to work late or miss my weekend, right? Shit, I got 15 fuq'n bids for this project! And bidders came as far away as Hayden, ID; Portland, OR, and Burlington, WA to bid on this puny little $3.5 million road job in Sunnyside. Apparently, there's a lot of hungry contractors out there that are willing to move their equipment some pretty hefty distances to try and win a job. Things are tough all over...

Judy Resnik - may she rest in pieces...

WTPH? Funny you should say that, Dave. "Phuc" is pronounced as "Fook", as you'd obviously guess. However, on one occasion (just one, mind you) while we were particularly stressed out over something involving acquiring The Boy, I referred to Mr. Phuc as how you might phonetically say it. My wife, horrified, shot me a "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass after Mr. Phuc leaves" look. I was like, "What?" It took a nanosecond for me to realize how I had just spoke his name. Mr. Phuc, true to his ever-casual self, blew it off like he never heard me. :whew: That's phucking hilarious! fixed it fer ya

Man, you guyz are harsh...

that's awesome - it sounds like the culprit was never caught? did the trip end more quickly w/ nothign to smoke? joshk and i increased our pace through the p-traverse by 5000% after our cigs ran out I was gonna say, Matt, WTF was this kid thinking? Since he had the entire stash, as soon as he lit up, everyone would know he was the culprit and the jig would be up. Clearly not thinking...

WTPH? Funny you should say that, Dave. "Phuc" is pronounced as "Fook", as you'd obviously guess. However, on one occasion (just one, mind you) while we were particularly stressed out over something involving acquiring The Boy, I referred to Mr. Phuc as how you might phonetically say it. My wife, horrified, shot me a "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass after Mr. Phuc leaves" look. I was like, "What?" It took a nanosecond for me to realize how I had just spoke his name. Mr. Phuc, true to his ever-casual self, blew it off like he never heard me. :whew:

So does it go from a slow decomposing state to a faster one next week? you tell us ;-) anyone ever tell you that you're one rude muthafuggah?

So does it go from a slow decomposing state to a faster one next week?

I've got a similar recording of my "Last Night in Saigon Motorcycle Ride" at home. I'm not tech-saavy enough to YouTube it, although it would be a h00t. We were very nearly crushed by at least two lorries and a SUV. My wife wouldn't go with me, since we had just received my son, so I went without her on a motorcyle with our laison man, Phuc. The wife felt that our new son needed at least one parent to get The Boy back to the States. Almost worked out that way, too, but I'd never not do that ride again. Crazy...

RuDY, your podiatric tribulations notwithstanding, this is ancient news. Mel the Resident Scribe/Former Commercial Airliner Engine Thrust Tester was outed here very publicly several months ago. linky

Indeed, suh. Touché!

As opposed to the lowest cost bidder? I agree with the assertion that you'd rather not have dumbasses building your bridge (neither would I), but there is certainly nothing to guarantee that ConstructCoInc, or whoever gets the contract, is going to do any better of a job. Remember when our floating bridge sank? Reminds me of something John Glenn (??) said when a reporter asked him how he felt about being shot into space (paraphrasing now): "I'm sitting atop the world's largest Roman Candle, built by the lowest bidder."

...when this happened, 23 years ago today? Winter quarter of my sophomore year at VA Tech. I had just returned to my apartment after taking a Mechanics of Deformable Bodies midterm, and my neighbor across the hall banged on my door to tell me he just saw it on the news. We ran back into his apartment and watched the coverage for the next few hours, then drank beers in the stairwell and talked to all the other apartment residents about it as they came home. Surreal...

My sources tell me that even in the mid-18th century, 35 years of age was still a rather young age to expire. Unless you were hacking out a living on the North American frontier...

Where were ya, Skeezix? Vietnam? Laos? What were you doing there? I'm curious...

Too much to read. Where's the pics?