sweet home flood data

[threeplusfire]

Last night we skipped out a few minutes early to go to the bar near work for a couple drinks before closing. The only bad thing about Monday is that it's amatuer singing night, and there are generally all kinds of freaky people. Including the chef who sings Pearl Jam, who isn't bad really. But one guy sang "Sweet Home Alabama," and Richard used his talents to insert 'map analyst' and 'PLS' into the song. So before I forget I must write the new lyrics down. It won't be nearly as funny to people who don't slave over maps, but hell. There was another version about Bradshaw and stuff, but I can't remember right now. We really should work up the whole thing, and embarass everyone to death at the company Christmas party or something.

"Need a plat for Alabama
PLS just wouldn't do
I'm just a poor map analyst
Does my scaling bother you, tell the truth

Sweet Home Flood Data
Where the folks are so blue"

My hips are bruised a bit, as Alan and I spend far too much time pretending we can still do cool moves. We need some fencing gear, I think. He's got the reach advantage but I still manage to catch him off guard now and then. We actually left the apartment around 2 to run various errands, instead of spending the entire afternoon lazing around on the floor smoking and talking. Still have not decided on my new feat for my sorceror, and I really just need to break down and buy the bloody damned 3rd Edition book. Lazy lazy me.

Short week, thank heavens. Three day weekend. Kinda hoping I'll find my way to a party because I feel like being social and witty for a change, and maybe we'll even get to play some more D&D this weekend too.

Satisfied my random urge for a hamburger after taking a very long and rambling way home this afternoon. Don't want to get up at all now.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Aww. I can't help but like that song. I have no idea why.

"Sweet Home P C O
Where the SKUs are so bad..."

[a311renegade.livejournal.com]

You probably wouldn't like it either if you came from where I did. In Alabama, they play it ALL THE FUCKING TIME. In high school, it came on in the cafeteria everyday and the rednecks loved it. They played it at every football game until you were sick of it. Plus it just brings up a lot of bad memories for me.