Flat-tired

Work work work. And it's so nice out! I have many more inane things to say. I'll save them (maybe they'll add up and pay inaneterest).

Horrible pun of the day ...check

In less frivolous news, I'm genuinely wondering where I'll live from the fall. Paris? In theory, yes. But there's also Budapest as a maybe. And then there's Brussels, where I hope I'll often be (for work).

I have 3 projects going simultaneously. Two of them literally. So, no week-end for me! (As if I'd really skip time to loaf around and goof off.)

Beer, wine and spirits

I want to put this out there now. I am not a wine snob. The world is richer for the fantastic wealth of beers and ales, as well as stronger spirits, that are out there.

A good frothy pint helps a tired soul beer the burdens of life.

A crisp glass of red can let you unwind (un-wine-d).

A smooth shot of the strong stuff can raise the weariest spirits - and put some hair on your chest (and hairy chests are coming back into fashion, lads, so get to it!)

I don't think I'm terribly clever - I haven't had enough to drink yet. But I'm working on it.

A punny for your thoughts

To beer is human, to forgive, the wine.

I'm not too proud to sink to these depths. Not even close.