May 3, 2004

White trash need websites, too.

Not much to say for today, beyond the fact that I made my most kick-ass Phad Thai ever. In the past I’ve always made the mistake of trying to sautee too much rice noodleadge at one time, which results in a disaster scenario where half my stir fry ends up in the burner, the other half ends up on the floor, and a half that mysteriously condenses out of the ether ends up in my mouth. This time around I rethought my component ratios, turned up the green onions and bean sprouts, turned down the noodles, and everything turned out dandy. Why, I would go so far as to say it was absolutely divine.

Also today, I stocked the fridge at work with a 24-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Morgoth gave me huge amounts of crap for getting such crappy beer in such gross quantities, but I fired back with the fact that it was actually him that carried the PBR into the office. My hands were full with a grocery bag of gorp and pieces of The Bread Craze that is currently taking our shop by storm. Most of the fridge was already filled with 96 cans of Mountain Dew, and the only space left for booze was in the crisper. Let me tell ya, 24 cans of beer can really fill up the crisper, though even Morgan agreed that it was important our beer remain crisp. Especially the crisp, refreshing taste of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

Our next goal at work is to get a kiddie pool and set it up out front by our garage door. I figure this summer we’ll all take turns soaking in the pool wearing nothing but dirty white t-shirts and underpants, drinking Pabst, and flinging empty beer cans at passersby as we mock them ruthlessly. I figure that this is the professional image my company wants to convey, especially when we have scheduled meetings with our clients.

PBR! I’ve been drinking a lot of that lately. Everything old is new again! It’s the best of the cheap beers. You want a truly crappy beer, go for the Miller High Life, man. Or Bud Light.

We often refer to it as Pabst Blue Water.
My old roommate Doug used to drink Old Milwaukee Special Reserve, because Special Reserve was thirty cents cheaper per twelve pack than plain old Old Milwaukee.