Well, that and I haven't really had anything to say. So that's why I haven't written anything since January - I've been busy, honest. So anyways, here we are, a little over a month later, and I've got everything almost done, really, except that I probably need to get better video card because the one I have won't record at 720x480 and therefore The Office looks bizarre when I dump it to DVD and it's louder than than I want it to be so I'll need a new "silent" power supply and a "quiet" cpu fan and well, at least I'm having fun right? Not like those poor bastards who just have to get by with using their tivos. Shit, I'd have it all set up in time to watch the Superbowl, no problem. So it was supposed to be a fun little project - Compusa had a sale on a PVR card, and what could be simpler than installing MythTV? Linux Uber Alles, and all that.
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Heck, I drank so much one year that I ended up married the next day. God help you fell down though - there were pools of urine several inches deep in some of the less savory establishments. If you could force your way up to the bar, you'd get served. The best part, for those of us who were 'age-challenged", was the fact that the bartenders were so busy there was no time to check ID's. They've since lifted the open container laws, as long as you stay inside the four block long "corral", but back in the day everybody that wanted a beer (and everybody wants a beer, right?) were packed nuts to butts in one of the many bars on Main Street. So what's so cool about the sale? Well, I suppose the sale part is nice, though I've never been to it, and the parade is okay, if you're into parades, but the real draw for the less refined among us has always been the street dances on Friday and Saturday night, which was a great opportunity to get falling down drunk with four or five thousand of your closest friends. It's Bucking Horse Sale weekend in Miles City, and, while I'm certain none of you have ever heard of it, I've been told that it's world famous. Perhaps I should say, if I were in the area, and had nothing better to do, I sure would like to be back home this weekend. So, if I had three wishes, I'd - nope, sorry, I'm saving that one for Feingold in '08.Īlright, maybe wishing isn't going to work. Okay, if I had two wishes, I'd wish I were - uhm, I might need that one for any future erectile problems. This is all capped by said holiday, wherein you exchange gifts with people who already have everything that they want, if not more than they actually need.If I had just one wish, I'd wish I were - wait, better use that one for world peace. It helps that the only other church season that anybody can think of is Lent, and it’s a total downer because you’re supposed to be giving something up and reflecting on how gracious God must be to bother with a worthless sinner such as yourself.Īdvent, on the other hand, is spent investigating the modal nature of sugar (it was fudge, it is cookies, it will be almond rocca, world without end amen), writing letters to Santa, and demanding the head of any cashier or clerk who dares to wish you “Happy Holidays” instead of a “Merry Christmas”, like the Bible says they should.
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Let’s see – it’s the beginning of Advent, which all the cool kids know is the bestest of church seasons (and no, I’m not going to be explaining the somewhat linked concepts of “liturgy” and “season” to my low church brethren. I’ll write something, just to watch it die. Don’t you need to write something, you lazy bastard? Bored? Funny, from over here it looks at lot more like lazy.