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 | | | Subject: I seem to be having this tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle.
Posted Apr 18, 2012 by  Who are you and what have you done with Gosho?
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 | | This morning I woke up far too early, as I almost always do these days, but while I was tossing and turning waiting for the radio alarm to come it felt like much longer than usual. When I finally decided to steal a look at the clock it said 6.10am, and I reckon I must have been awake for close to an hour and a half by then. So I got up.
I thought that since I was up so early, and since I had to go into work today for a meeting at 9.30 (on my day off) I might as well get the laundry done and out of the way so that I'd have the rest of the day free to relax, apart from baking a loaf of bread, when I got home I also had to go in for a few hours yesterday, which was also my day off).
I did so, but for the first time in my entire life I left my wallet in a jeans pocket and put it through the wash and then the dry. Didn't find out until I got my washing back to the apartment and I was putting it away. There's no real damage done except that all the business cards for beer and brewery reps I had in there are now a lot thicker, and a wad of clock-out slips have turned to papier maché.
Then I dropped an egg on the floor while I was pulling something else out of the fridge. Eggs are high up on the list of most awkward things to clean up.
And just now I was polishing off a ziploc bag of cashews. I tipped it up to get the last few pieces out but they weren't letting go so I tossed it onto the table where... it promptly landed upside down, and all the cashew pieces that a few moments earlier had so resolutely refused to fall into my gob delicately sprinkled themselves all over the tabletop 
This all comes on top of an unfeasibly large amount of stupidity, largely caused by those-who-shall-not-be-named, aka the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission. Excuse me a moment...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!! 
I hate them so much. Long story short, we're putting on a massive outdoor event tomorrow evening in a downtown square here in Austin. We did the same thing this time last year and both times it's been my job to organise the beer.
Trying to organise brewers is... well, nailing water to the ceiling would be easier. But that's just peanuts compared to dealing with the TABC and their capriciousness  Last year, at the very last moment, they caused us a serious amount of grief by moving the goalposts. This year they've moved the whole  ing football pitch  And if we do just one thing they don't like they can shut the event down, just like that.
Now, when people in the Beer Advocate forums bitch about the TABC, as is often the case, there's always handful of people who pipe up with "But the TABC are only enforcing rules they didn't make. If you want to complain, complain to the legislature - they write the law".
Those people have obviously never had to deal with the TABC in any kind of business capacity or had to organise an event such as this. True, the code isn't written by them, but if you ask three different TABC officials what you can and can't do you'll get four different answers... at first, and then probably two more a week later as you're setting up.
Any road up. I'm looking at a 16 hour day tomorrow, but it's going to be fantastic. There's going to be some seriously good beer there (Poteet Strawberry Milk Stout anyone? Pecan Porter with Toasted Coconut and Dried Cherries (cask-conditioned)? An imperial oatmeal stout brewed with smoked malt, chipotle peppers and Vietnamese coffee?  ). I'll probably have to take a  in the boat race, but I'll be sure to bring a change of shirt.
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| | | Subject: I seem to be having this tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle.
Posted Apr 18, 2012 by Baron Grim
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 | | "Then I dropped an egg on the floor while I was pulling something else out of the fridge. Eggs are high up on the list of most awkward things to clean up."
Not if you have a dog. 
Anyways, I think your biorhythms are out of sync, or maybe you need one of those balance bracelets what work on quantums or somethin'. (Speaking of which, I'm always amazed at how quickly I "get my sea legs" and how slowly I get rid of them. I'm still feeling the room move around.) Or maybe, you tried to microwave instant coffee or xeroxed a mirror and unknowingly transferred to an alternate universe.
Good luck with Those Absolute Bastard C s.
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