And so it begins.
Today has been shit.
I thought it would be a good idea to get up early and spend the day up at Uni putting in some hard hours on my assignments and revision for my tests.
Of course, I didn’t want to be too eager, so I figured if I got there around 10 that’d be fine, a good six hours before my class. Set my alarm for, oh, 8.30, respectable time. Catch the 9.20 Bus. And Voila.
But no.
Daylight saving screwed with my body clock. I don’t function before 8. While the clock said it was after 8, my body said “Yeah fucken right” and refused to even open my eyes. I finally managed to suppress my inner self and drag myself out of bed (begrudgingly) and hour later.
After some rushing around I managed to catch the 10am bus… not too late. But shitty, and half awake.
Reading my books for my French Lit test made me realise that I had far too much to read and not enough eyeballs to focus.
Working on my essay had the brilliant effect of making me doubt my entire direction and argument, my sources, and my ability to finish the essay on time.
I did write a draft intro to get me in the mood, and a quick outline which is far too sparse and short to amount to much. I found a couple more articles, but when am I going to find time to read them?
Mmm, pie for lunch. And coke. Back to work.
Class time, coinciding perfectly with a massive sugar crash, leaving me feeling, again, half asleep and not really listening to the lecturer. And the test is on Thursday.
I’m taking tonight off. I might read one article. But that’s it. I’m not going to fry my brain. I need to destress.
Could fucking do with a beer… but there are none in the house and I’m broke.
Well, that’s a lie. We have some Victoria Bitter that some guy left after a party. But I tried one last night, and seriously, its not even worth it. It can’t be classified as beer. Really. It tasted like… well, remember back to the first time you ever tried a beer. Probably a sip from your dads glass/can/handle/yardie.
Remember scrunching your face up? Thinking that it was one of the foulest tasting things on the planet, perhaps only beaten by brussel sprouts? Yeah, VB took me back to those days. And I drink a lot of beer. It shouldn’t do that anymore.
So what to do instead?
Stock up on copious amounts of caffeine of course. By drinking an entire six-cup plunger of beautiful coffee. Fair trade, organic, “a clean crisp medium bodies Indonesian coffee, with a hint of spice.”
Uh huh. Just gimme the caffeine. (It is bloody good though….)
La Bière est Prête
I did it.
I saved the beer. I stopped the Sun from setting in the ocean next to the ship.
It took some thinking, some random thinking, and a little advice from another hero such as myself…
I had been trying to either keep the ship stable, or somehow get the sun to land on the island. Not the way to do things.
Fortunately, flo gave me another suggestion - and even the greatest heros should listen to input from others. Those who don’t… well, look at Napoleon at Waterloo.
La bière est sauvée, and I have earned myself a nice cold Stella Artois.
Well, I would have. If it wasn’t 9.30 in the morning.
Tell you what, I’ll save it for later on. It may be cause for celebration - who’s up for a Stella at Leuven Bar later this evening?
On a sauvé la bière!
Madvertising led me to discover the new Stella Artois website / interactive advertisement / game / puzzle.
It’s pretty fricken awesome - as are all Stella Artois ads. It has the usual traditional appeal, with comedic happenings and lots of untranslated French. It’s easy to tell that a lot of effort has gone into it.
Through a series of puzzles, the web site tells the story of Stella Artois, the world’s greatest beer created by the Villagers of Leuven in 1366. It shows you their way of life, their beliefs, and also explains the way in which Stella Artois has preserved its traditional taste and methods. The puzzles are quite amusing - you need to prevent the precious hops from falling off the side of the earth, help the village man escape the dangers of a deep cave with the essential pure water, appease the gods to stop a thunderstorm, and so forth.
They’re mainly all straightforward, it’s just figuring out how what you need to do - sometimes it requires a bit of lateral thinking.
When you succeed you get a nice little clip - my favourite comes after preventing the beer from being contaminated by evil spirits. The villager jumps up and down very excitedly shouting “On a sauvé la bière! On a sauvé la bière!”
Great fun.
I still can’t beat the final puzzle though. You need to prevent the sun from setting into the ocean (as per superstition at the time) to ensure the safety of a ship load of Stella. I can’t figure it out. Run through it many times, and I keep coming up with nothing.
It’s absolutely crushing to watch, time and time again, the ship capsizing and the beer being lost.
Vodka
It would appear that I can drink Vodka again….
Things learnt from Poker Night
- The amount you win is often reverse proportionate to the amount you drink.
- Don’t rebuy more than once. Seriously, if your second chance didn’t help, chances are you’ve been drinking too much, see No. 1. That or you actually are that bad.
- Don’t rebuy $5 when the blinds are at $1/$2 - seriously, what do you expect to do?
- Don’t casually announce to me that there are no more beers.
- Don’t overreact when you see someone drinking your last beer. I know its painful. I know its yours. I know its your last. So does everyone else. When you’re still going on about it 10 minutes later, they’re all just glad you didn’t get to drink it - you didn’t really need it.
- People who “are driving” have the unfair advantage of sobriety.
- Don’t expect people to be on time. Even if you make big deal about it beforehand, everyone confirms they’ll be there at 7.45 for a start at 8, know, just know, that someone will arrive at 8.30.
- Don’t go on about that all night either.
- Be thankful that the person who arrived late was not the one who drank your final beer, things may have gotten violent.
- Don’t pose with Jordan for innocent photos if Ben is holding the camera and can’t keep a straight face. There may be eggage.
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Adey Ben, 2 months without a post is terrible. Get moving!!!!!
yojoe What about Missile Pops?
Shannon OMG. Check it out… http://mudhead.uottawa.ca/~pet e/beard.html
Ben A singular beer won’t quite cut it. But you’re on the right track…
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