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Incidentally, lost 2 pounds over that vacation.

Suck it.   

Boston is pretty walkable, as is Providence.

I am so insulted.


I mean, 3 days ago you were all about calling Dimo and I dago, and now I'm ENGLISH?!?!

What's next? Lithuanian?!

No, You are an exception.  Your Dago/Greek enzymes protect you, even if you work in a den of Englishness.

Yes. But we serve more beer than anywhere else in Rhode Island. This is good for SOMETHING.

It's ridiculous, actually.  187 beers?  WTF for?  Most of it seems to be either American or English, having glanced at the menu, which means somewhere there are cows working overtime.

Actually about 30 of them are Belgian and 20 of them are German. Then we have those 3 or 4 Scottish ones that no one wants.

Scotland produces beer other than Belhaven?

Old Speckled Hen is pretty good, for an ale.

I said for an ale.

Also, it might not be Scottish, I just only had it in Edinburgh.

It kind of tastes like what you'd get if you'd make flat lukewarm beer out of whiskey.

I dunno, what's the deal with ale.

I think Old Speckled Hen is English.
Ale's good. That's the deal. I like hops in my beer.

Old Speckled Hen is without a doubt the best English draught ale in existence. Prove me wrong.

I will have to scientifically evaluate your assertion by visiting the British Beer Company and meticulously sampling each beer they have. Repeated samples of each beer will be necessary to verify the quality of each as well as remove skewed data resulting from increasing levels of inebriation.

I will then be able to prove you wrong, or prove you right.

I will also need other people to verify my findings.

[planet]

To be fair, Pluto is classified as a dwarf planet.
Just like Mercury through Mars are classified terrestrial planets.

I'm quite fond of the classification of ice giant. It amuses me.

I am so insulted.


I mean, 3 days ago you were all about calling Dimo and I dago, and now I'm ENGLISH?!?!

What's next? Lithuanian?!

No, You are an exception.  Your Dago/Greek enzymes protect you, even if you work in a den of Englishness.

Yes. But we serve more beer than anywhere else in Rhode Island. This is good for SOMETHING.

It's ridiculous, actually.  187 beers?  WTF for?  Most of it seems to be either American or English, having glanced at the menu, which means somewhere there are cows working overtime.

Actually about 30 of them are Belgian and 20 of them are German. Then we have those 3 or 4 Scottish ones that no one wants.

Scotland produces beer other than Belhaven?

Old Speckled Hen is pretty good, for an ale.

I said for an ale.

Also, it might not be Scottish, I just only had it in Edinburgh.

It kind of tastes like what you'd get if you'd make flat lukewarm beer out of whiskey.

I dunno, what's the deal with ale.

I think Old Speckled Hen is English.
Ale's good. That's the deal. I like hops in my beer.

Personally I prefer gnawing on the bones of my fallen enemies way to much to buy into some abstract, hippy, stopping the wheel of karma bullshit

Get into a lot of fights with the sheep then, eh?

I hope no one saw me.

You'll know if they start winking at you

[(not sure if it's a girl or a guy)]

Okay, so I have been dealing with this it (not sure if it's a girl or a guy) for a few years now. I have been friends with this it for a long time. We have been on and off until I just couldn't deal with it's bullshit anymore. I had asked my mother, the one who had help me through life, for advice. She had said to ignore the situation and it will get the picture. So i have ignored it for almost two years now, but it won't fucking get it! So one day I have confronted it and hollered out to the world, "Listen you complaining know-it-all, I have dealt with YOUR shit for a while now. And I will NOT deal with it any longer. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING FRIEND ANYMORE!! Capeche?!" Now I think I failed because, it STILL thinks that I am STILL its FRIEND!!! I just want to fucking claw my eyes out and feed it to myself.

And this is my unfortunate story. 

Have sex with it.

Yes, When in Doubt, Fuck It.

Pretty sure PZ is about 14.  Just saying.

We need to get them arm bands or something, I hate being harsh with kids 

Harsh is one thing...If they can't stand the heat, etc, etc.

Advising them to have sex is quite another.  I know this wasn't intentional on the part of Rat and NT, I was simply letting them know...

Thanks for the heads up. Rereading it, it's a little more obvious. My bad.

Payne actually is scottish (as opposed to honorary) ergo he lacks the critical faculty to know what he's doing. Ever. The Scottish empire only ever get things right by coincidence That's why we drink so much: drunk people are far more likely to have an accident. And that's the only way smart things happen round here.

eg. Alexander Graham Bell, whilst on an epic bender, became inextricably tangled in a bunch of electrical wiring. He was so drunk he was actually convinced his assistant was in the same room and asked him to help. The assistant however had been involved in a drunken argument with Alex, who had attempted to throttle him with the same wiring. The assistant had managed to stagger/flee from the wrath of the bearded pisshead, to his house next door, not realising the cable was still wrapped round his neck. When Alexander spoke to him he thought he was hearing voices.

It wasn't til about a month later that the assistant actually remembered the events and thus, after first eliminating a whole bunch of theories about whiskey and demonology, the telephone was discovered.

(we call them discoveries in scotland - invention implies intent)

[(not sure if it's a girl or a guy)]

Okay, so I have been dealing with this it (not sure if it's a girl or a guy) for a few years now. I have been friends with this it for a long time. We have been on and off until I just couldn't deal with it's bullshit anymore. I had asked my mother, the one who had help me through life, for advice. She had said to ignore the situation and it will get the picture. So i have ignored it for almost two years now, but it won't fucking get it! So one day I have confronted it and hollered out to the world, "Listen you complaining know-it-all, I have dealt with YOUR shit for a while now. And I will NOT deal with it any longer. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING FRIEND ANYMORE!! Capeche?!" Now I think I failed because, it STILL thinks that I am STILL its FRIEND!!! I just want to fucking claw my eyes out and feed it to myself.

And this is my unfortunate story. 

Have sex with it.

Yes, When in Doubt, Fuck It.

Pretty sure PZ is about 14.  Just saying.

Ok, wait a few years then.

Does explain the gender ambiguity.

Reason 5: Idiots who like Twilight. For the FUCKING LAST TIME, THEY'RE NOT REAL VAMPIRES! REAL VAMPIRES DON'T GOD DAMN FUCKING SPARKLE IN THE GOD DAMN SUNLIGHT! THAT'S JUST FUCKING STUPID! YOU'D HAVE TO A COMPLETE MORON TO ACTUALLY THINK THEY DO!

 
To watch Sparky get dusted --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZwM3GvaTRM

Nice!

[(not sure if it's a girl or a guy)]

Okay, so I have been dealing with this it (not sure if it's a girl or a guy) for a few years now. I have been friends with this it for a long time. We have been on and off until I just couldn't deal with it's bullshit anymore. I had asked my mother, the one who had help me through life, for advice. She had said to ignore the situation and it will get the picture. So i have ignored it for almost two years now, but it won't fucking get it! So one day I have confronted it and hollered out to the world, "Listen you complaining know-it-all, I have dealt with YOUR shit for a while now. And I will NOT deal with it any longer. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING FRIEND ANYMORE!! Capeche?!" Now I think I failed because, it STILL thinks that I am STILL its FRIEND!!! I just want to fucking claw my eyes out and feed it to myself.

And this is my unfortunate story. 

Have sex with it.

[Cainad spent all his time menacing the locals and making strong men cry, so I didn't really get to know him.]

Incidentally, Dimo looks and acts like the smartass New Yorker from Band of Brothers (the one that winds up accidentally shooting himself with a Luger, although I did not witness him doing that.).

Richter, Suu, Cram, and LMNO are exactly what I've expected.  What you see here is what you get.  That's a good thing.  Except when Suu punched me in the balls at the bar.  That kind of sucked a bit.

EoC seemed very nice and calm at first, until he filled himself up with bad Belgian beer and started beating up hipsters.  Then he was amazing.

Cainad spent all his time menacing the locals and making strong men cry, so I didn't really get to know him.

Pope Tom and Nephew Twiddington were quiet, but seemed very nice.

Darth Cupcake ripped me off.  I paid her good money to kick me in the junk and she refused, citing lack of proper PPE.

Eve was also very quiet, but very nice.

Kai was a madman, but I'm not sure what he did, exactly, because he wasn't there.

Who did I miss?

You can't deny that they deserved it.

I immediately regretted not taking your advice and bringing the professor and myself down to Providence the next day, when I promptly crashed my car while on my way driving in the other direction. I shall have to allot more time for hanging out next time.

Cainad,
has learned to listen to the doctor's orders

For real?  Are you okay?

Whoa... what the Dok said.
Obviously if you're posting, you're ok-ish, but are you ok?

It's interesting being split between two geographical areas. One is definitely home, and the other is "home". Especially if your Irish.

See, I was born and raised and have lived continuously in Boston, like my mother. My father is from Connemara, which, if you're unaware, is located in County Galway, Ireland. This means that I am both Irish and American. I hate to identify myself as Irish-American. They're different facets of the same person. Irish-Americans are those douches from Southie or Charlestown, with a vague understanding of what Irish or American means.

I'm getting away from the point.

I've been going to Connemara since I was 4 (1985). Everytime I go, I get a deeper impression of it. It effects me more psychologically with each visit. There are numerous factors here. But the one thing that always gets me is the night time in winter there.

In Boston, a semi-major city, there are almost NO stars.

In Connemara, out in the middle of rustic Ireland, all cow-smelling and resting on our horse breeding laurels, and our noxious fishing, there is no sense of what is urban. Ok yeah, Galway City, but that's nothing to an American. Even now that I live in a fairly "suburban" city just outside of Boston, nothing compares to it.

When I am in Connemara, I am afraid at night. It's just different. It's very quiet. And by quiet I mean the absence of normal city sounds. There are sounds, but they are all unsettling. The wind bellowing through the hills, the storm at night, and the darkness...

I've never seen anything more fantastic than the nightsky in Connemara. Stars. All over the fucking sky. In Boston you can catch the occasional recognizable constellation like Orion. And yet, with all of those distant suns burning, it gets so dark, so desolate, so frightening (it just looks so fucking big). Sure, there are the drunks stumbling out at 2 am, but after that, it's you, the wind, the stars, and darkness. Sure you have street lights in the town square, but walk three blocks and you better hope you have a flashlight or the moon to guide you.

I don't believe in faeries and all that rot (foul smelling Pagan though I am). But one time I was out on my dad's porch smoking a cigarette, at about 3 am (jet lag's a bitch), and the wind was howling through the hills, and the Milky Way stretched out above me, and by god, I touched iron (the steel railing) just to keep them away. I was just struck by it all, and I gave into superstition, just in case.

A change in scenery can do a number on your thinking, for better or worse.


God, I miss Connemara...

Half Asleep thread will deal with some of my weird dreams. This one will be IRL memories and musings. Post pending.

Gonna think about the Boston area, will get back to this.

Edit: Weird New England is good stuff.