I've Known Stirling Since He Was Mike

So I wanted to wait until I had a job to brag about before I posted again.

I realized you all may be waiting a while if I tried to maintain my dignity in such a fashion.

For those of you at the wedding (which wedding? does it matter?) you know that I have lost my dignity, presumably in the bottom of a wine bottle (what kind of wine? all of them). I would link to photos, but I'm lazy and dial-up sucks. All you really need to know is that Legolas was there and it was awesome.

Right now I'm still slugging away at the pub, listening to stories along similar lines to the tales spun by pHred (the terrorist - aka Stirling's dad, aka Stirling's brother). The difference is... I'm not drunk when I'm at work. Being drunk makes those kinds of stories infinitely more interesting. Clearly I should start drinking at work. A lot. Today I learned about a missing-link sloth type character that was domesticated by "cavemen." The best part was that slothy had tiny sub-skin vertibrae which made him/her impenetrable. Neat. I want a sloth-thing to shoot arrows at in order to unsuccessfully wound him/her. And also to wrangle (herd? no... wrangle) sheep.

Why did I ever go to university? I am getting a much more robust education at the pub AND I'm getting paid (poorly); Huzzah!

Also, Alexandra's blog is amazingly amazing (yes!), often hilarious, and always entertaining. You should go read it.