Hardcore Fishing

I used to think my father was an avid fisherman. He goes out just about every weekend to wet a line and generally gets good results. About 3 weeks ago he called me up and asked me if I wanted to join a fishing club with him. How can I say no to my dad when it comes to anything fishing so we both went up that night and joined. We figured we could learn a couple of new spots to fish through the club since we both already were great anglers.

Boy were we ever wrong.

This past weekend my father and I participated in our first real fishing tournament. We showed up to the thing with our canoe only to be shocked to see what we were up against. Other competitors showed up in boats equipped with 3 motors and enough electronic equipment to run a small military operation. Hell if Nessy was in this lake she would be fucked and would have to get out of the water and walk to the next "Loch".

So we paddled the canoe past all these hardcore, "fishing fucking rocks" guys with their fancy boats and started fishing. Long story short by the end of the day we had 3 fish only one of which counted. I finished dead last, my dad just above me on account that he caught a bigger fish than me.

Maybe we're not hardcore enough yet. Maybe we need a bigger boat. Personally I could give 2 shits as I had a blast just hanging out with my pop on the lake for 7 hours and not catching a damn thing.

Thanks Pop.

The beauty of online people...

I've met some quality people thanks to Xbox Live and now gamertag.com but something happened courtesy of my involvement at ratebeer.com that made me jump for joy.

I organized a beer tasting in July on the site there and had a ton of people show up for it. Hosted lovingly at the General Layfayette Inn near Philadelphia people brought beers form the world over to share with one another. Nothing but strangers who fast became friends over a great beer or 30. A great success and one I hope to duplicate at least twice a year from now on.

But what happened to me on 9/20/04 was astounding. I received in the mail that day 2 bottles of beer from Belgium from a RB user who couldn't make it to the tasting yet wanted to share some of the greatest brew ever made with me, Westy 8 and Westy 12. She sent me the bottles as a complete surprise and for that she deserves a big public THANK YOU Probiere!

The bottles are lovely. I can't wait to try what are 2 of the highest rated beers in the world.

Classes at night....

Are exhausting me. Work all day, work all night and no time to read, game, or write anything worth a shit makes Pete uncrazy in a crazy way.

The wonder of Fable

I never thought I would see the day but my gf couldn't bring herself to turn away from the screen while I played a game last night. She's not the type to do this as games really don't appeal that much to her if their not called Tetris. But she was enthralled. She said it was a neat idea for a game to let your forge your own path and couldn't get over the fact that I had women and men both falling in love with my character.

Maybe it's the purple skirt I wearing with the mystical way it shows off my characters supremely svelt ass. I think I'm going to don a complete dress and smash people with a big fucking hammer I bought last night for the rest of the game. It's rediculous but it works.

I started out a complete prick on this game but eventually I found myself really wanting not to kill people and to actually love them. Thats right love them. I want to now show how much I love every character in the game by sleeping with them all. Friends who are playing this game have gone the routes of evil murderer or the hand of god saint.
Me? Well I'm going to be a bi-sexual slut! Bring on the Earth Ogres!

Do not disturb...

I will be playing Fable from now until the shit hits the fan. Call me only at work as I won't be on this torrid plane of existence after today on weeknights between 8-11pm.

Thank you.

Pumpkin and the Eagles

Yes the Birds won their first game. T'was a wonderful afternoon ending with that chump Eli Manning getting flattened by 3 defensive players.

The best thing about the game was the pumpkin ale I was enjoying during the game. Buffalo Bill's Brewing in Northern California put theirs out a little early this year and it's simply wonderful. Nutmeg, cinnamon, and all spice all make their way into the aroma as well as the tase and none over power the others. Fall is the best time of the year for beer I feel and it got quite the debut this weekend from me.

Pick up some if you have the chance.

Malaise

I once again fell asleep out back in the hammock that isin the shade. Tremendously comfy and always available the hammock is a must own for yard owner.

In other news I am still in a bad way over the poker loss on Sunday evening. Struck down when I went all in with nothing but a King in my hand the flop came out and you picked up 3 queens. On the river came a King, but he came too late. So long went my title of chip leader as well as my sanity as I've thought and rethought that entire sequence of moves over and over again in my skull and upon further review I'm a fucking idiot for doing it.