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I have never been skiing.I have never been to Austria.After this weekend, both of these statements will be invalid.

If you need to kill two minutes...

Normally, I wouldn't post about an update to my website here, but it's not often that I actually add something that could be considered real content, and I know that the few people who've read my website have probably become accustomed to not reading it since the last time I put something on it.

coherency is secondary

I consumed 2 liters (roughly 4 pints) of beer in about 4.5 hours this evening, 3/4 of which was a dark beer, and thus stronger. I'm still rather buzzed, an hour plus after the last drink, so forgive me if I don't make complete sense. I just wanted to get this down while I'm still in this state of mind so that tomorrow I can look at it and see what a dumbass I am and delete it.Today is one of those days. One of those days that is relatively rare for me. One of those days where I actually say "Germany kicks my sorry ass."Tonight we had a company Stammtisch. Basically, a night out with people from the company, which, in proper German style, consists of a meal and beer. German beer. Strong German beer in what is, for skinny me, large quantities.And I had a damn good time. Sure, I don't understand every word that kisses my eardrums, but it doesn't matter. I magically get the gist of everything, and I can actually laugh along with all the jokes. Okay, there are a few jokes that I don't get, but it doesn't matter because I can just laugh at the last joke that I understood, which is still singing in my ears, while everyone laughs at the latest crack.And I realized, I need more of this. I need more outright laughter, even if it is totally stupid and incoherent and someone mistakes what I say and thinks that I meant that I was gay, when all I really meant to say was that I am boring and never go anywhere outside of work. What the fuck do I care, because my head is the size of Wisconson and weighs 3 ounces and everyone is having a good time, including me, which is not all that common.Yeah, needing alcohol to have a good time is terrible, but as one of those people who is so terribly uptight in normal, everyday life, sometimes it's that little extra thing. That thing which makes everything come together, and the self-consciousness go away, and the laughter spew forth with so much vengeance that I wonder how I have lived here so long and only done this a handful of times.Anyway, like I said, tomorrow I will be sober and my normal, boring self again and I will look at this and say what a retard I am, not only for reveling in the effects of artificial jubilation, but also for taking the time to write about it here, and in the process taking extra special care to spell everything (more or less) correctly so that I can look at least slightly intelligent even while everything is still rather fuzzy.Of course, this will actually change nothing.In other, less betrunken news, my DSL modem arrived today, but since I wasn't here (you know, that damned work thing) it was delivered to the dentist downstairs. Now, in my less-than-rational state, I think about how I will go downstairs tomorrow and ask them for it with no problems. Tomorrow, though, I will go down there and worry about saying the wrong damned word or looking like an idiot in some way. I will worry stupidly. I will be stupid.

In this time of internet tests for every little thing, I am both Dennis Miller and Silent Bob

Wow, it's been quite a while since I added any entries here, mainly due to me using my website for such things. Of course, I haven't touched that in a while either, mainly due to lazyness and my ability to use my lack of a dsl connection as an excuse to ignore half-started projects.For a while now I've been reading the livejournals of people who are not on my friends list. These are people I basically don't know, but I have some experience with them from other discussion areas. I really know quite a bit about these people's lives at this point, although I've never spoken (chatted, whatever) directly with them. Thank you, internet, for making voyeurism so easy.

For some reason, t...

For some reason, this sentence from an AP report about Rodney Dangerfield having a heart attack is amusing to me.Dangerfield, whose long-running gag is that he gets no respect, had the heart attack Thursday, said publicist Warren Cowan.