It's our day, lads - today, we honor St. Patrick: scholar, leader, man of God, icon of a nation, patron of Boston, New York, Sacramento and Nigeria, and most importantly, MOST importantly, the ORIGINAL innovator of SNAKE JUSTICE!

Today: Guinness. (Worth taking a pint on the Caltrain?) 250 years!!

Tonight: Guinness milkshakes made with Guinness ice cream and Guinness. YA RLY.

So we'll keep the flag a-flyin', and we'll keep it flyin' high...

And as always - if you think 26, 6 and 32 are something out of Lost, stay out of the Irish bar tonight. YA RLY. =)

Sanford and Son.

It's past your bedtime, C.L. - you can keep celebrating in the morning. ;]

...we've DETECTED IT!!!

There are two days where I miss my crew more than others. One is St Patrick's Day, for the obvious reasons. The other is today...for the obvious reasons.

Slainte, lads.

...and I demand the retelling of this tale.

"Passenger Oh, Passenger Hong Oh, please ring your call button."

Don't waste your time with the Torchwood and Who on the iTunes Music Store. They're the US cut, complete with the lack of Scissor Sisters in the Series 3 finale.

GRRRRRR.

I was already irritated at TiVo. Consumer electronics are all out to thwart me.

...but fize you, I wouldn't call her a yellow-belly.

Happy birthday to my sister off another mister, moonlightnrain. Pub? =)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROO!!

U CAN HAZ BIRFDAY!!!

We're done. The mass is out (apparently the size of a basketball, almost) - it was up against the vena cava and took a couple of extra cuts, but they were able to get it lapriscopically with only a slightly larger cut - the much-feared "big cut" didn't happen, and there is no indication that there's any further growth or cancer or anything. No issues with the anesthisia and everything seems to have gone about as well as it could have. Gloria in excelsis deo. I'm going to go throw up now.

My father-in-law is headed for the doctor's office. They're taking out one of his kidneys today to get rid of an undefined mass growing on it.

If you pray at all, this would be the appropriate moment.

He's got a lovely wife, two beautiful daughters, and an iPhone, so I don't know why I gotta wish him anything at this point. =) Nevertheless, happy birthday to Fr. ericasco, who was born on the day that Galway was liberated from Indians and Marathon became Snickers. (Look it up.)

When the 146-year-old preacher drawls out "I now pronounce you man and wife, and may God..."

Where does your mind go from there?

I'll tell you where:

GIGGLE LOOP.

...to moonlightnrain. Wish I was there. Really. Because on this 07-07-07, it's currently 77 degrees...and pouring rain. Let the fiasco begin.

HOpe you feel better today and we can celebrate properly soon. =)

* Better party planning

* Better present planning

* Will not forget I have the candles in my pocket, nor only remember them after the pizza is gone

* Start working on the card earlier

* Breakfast in bed (which should be easier as is Saturday)

* Post before frickin' 9 AM to say....


HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROO!!!!!!!

Off to start celebrating Hogmanay. A Happy 2007 to you all, and I hope that it is as good to you as 2006 has been to me (football issues notwithstanding).

Yakety Sax vs A Christmas Story.

And a happy new year.

...who let the mother*!^#^$ing dogs out?

Happy Birthday to the only Ploughboy who can get away with the bowler hat, the one and only chiabrit. Gemtlemen, start your livers. =)

...a shout-out and a happy birthday to the Mama Bear, the woman who helps us watch those small free birds fly, and the only person I know who shares a birthday with MTV, the one and only ursa_minor! See you shortly =)

Happy birthday to the man, the myth, the man of a thousand government identity documents, someirishdude. Hope you get your present delivered all right with no hassles.

In your honor, we have prepped a Wood Shampoo and are about to work up a Number Six on a couple of IS&T database developers. Just like the old days...