BEAT UP AND LEFT FOR DEAD

The Rider game Friday night was a terrible embarrasment! When I go back to work on Monday, everyone will have seen the game and razz me. I can see it now:
Jesse: "Good morning! Give me coffee."
Coworker: "Coffee? After the Rider game Friday, you'll need prozac!"
Jesse: "Yeah, Dave Dickenson tore apart our defense. Hopefully lessons were learned so it doesn't happen again."
Coworker: "Get it? Prozac! Because the riders are depressing, and it's an anti-depression drug!"
Jesse: "I'll be at my desk..."
Coworker: "The chemical term for Prozac is Fluoxetine, it's a sophisticated insult and I don't think you appreciate how badly I burned you."

In happier sports news, the Oilers kicked serious ass to force a game 7. Sex! And I've been hanging out with this guy from Albania and he's got me watching the world cup. It's been pretty fun, plus there's a mini geography lesson in every game. Louisiana, Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi together are not called "South America" because apparently there's an entire continent with that name! Who knew?

I've been keeping busy, doing my usual things like hacking, buying geek gadgets, drinking beer, and playing board games. Next month Jennifer's coming to visit for a few days, and the month after that I'm going to spend a weekend in Regina to celebrate mom & dad turning sixty! Fortunately, they still party like its 1970, so it should be a good show.