My name is Bean and this is my blog. Hence the name. If you have comments or questions, just leave them in the comments area.
Posted March 31, 2005 at 01:05:00 PM by Bean
When Stef and I head to Richmond to visit her family, we usually end up, at some point during the stay, playing a few games of Trouble. You know... "You can pop a lot of trouble with the pop-o-matic bubble." Stacie (Stef's sister) usually gets in on the game too. As a matter of fact, I play Stacie more than I play Stef. The reason for this is that Stacie is the only person who can actually present me with some challenging play.
Stef plays, but she doesn't take it very seriously. I mean, one time last weekend Stef could have totally sent my guy back to the start. I was cringing in anticipation as I was sure she was about to advance forward two spots and crush my peg's hopes of making it home this go-round. She picks up her peg... THEN SIT'S IT BACK DOWN! What? That's right... she decides to spare me and move a different peg. Nice? Sure. Good Trouble gameplay? Hell no. Needless to say, the next time I had a chance to send one of her her pegs back to the start, I did so without hesitation. Got a dirty look for that one, but that's how the game is played. You gotta pounce on your opportunities.
Stacie, on the other hand, plays to win. If she gets the chance, she'll take you out, and probably drop some snide remark while doing so just to salt the wound. She'll even take her peg on a second round trip just to have the opportunity to send you back to the start. Ruthless.
In the end, I am usually the winner. My Trouble skills are pretty much limitless. On rare occasions I may throw a game just to keep my opponents interested, but I am always in control of the game. I am a master of the Pop-o-matic Bubble.
In exciting and completely unrelated news: The Cherry Blossom 10-miler is this weekend. I am flying out to Baltimore Friday afternoon and running the race Sunday morning at the butt-crack of dawn with Irwin and Stutz.
Ranglog + Trachael = Addy
Posted March 25, 2005 at 08:42:00 AM by Bean
Congratulations Chad and Rachael!
Adalyn Rae Wiseman
Born 9:13AM, 3-22-2005 at Bloomington Hospital
6 lbs 10 oz, 19 in.
Posted March 24, 2005 at 12:30:00 PM by Bean
Here's another puzzle for those of you with a few minutes to kill.
1. Morin's nickname 7. Bean's blog
2. Hated anime freak 12. Do it
3. SS's favorite food 13. That's what I'm talking about!
4. At 4pm, I am on the ____ 14. ____ please (with a T in it)
5. Big D's bitch 15. Occifer
6. Early duck get's it 16. ___ it tark stink a fark
7. High end of the TBS
8. King of the Ogers (sic)
9. Jeany Meany
10. Fledderman's ___
11. Excited icecream dance
Posted March 24, 2005 at 11:30:00 AM by Bean
Here's a wordsearch puzzle for ya. Print it out and take it on your next flight. Waste hours staring at your screen looking for 24 magic words. The twist: I'm not giving you the word list. Yet. Good ruck!
Did you find one? Post it. Here, I'll get you started. RdC2 up/right: DITBABAI.
Posted March 24, 2005 at 09:52:00 AM by Bean
So I finally rewrote the CSS for this new blog and got something that looks good enough for my low standards. I didn't bring over much of the superflous sidebar filler from beanblog.org. If you were attached to it, don't worry - it's still there. Anyway... CSS is a little tricky and I'm not sure if it'll show up the same on all browsers. I've tested with IE and Mozilla. If you use something else (Dear M1, Opera sucks.) and it isn't showing up right, lemmee know.
One thing I really like about Blogger is that it gives each post it's own unique URL. For instance, in order to look at an old blog on beanblog.org, you link to an anchor inside a month-level archive page like this: Chewin on Boogers. But with beanblog.com, you can link into a page that is completely dedicated to the specific entry you seek, and you even get to see the comments embedded in the article, like this: Chilifest Recap. I imagine this helps out alot when it comes to searching too.
And speaking of embedded comments, do you think I should embed comments on the front page like they are in the entry-specific pages? It's easy to do... but I'd probably be a prime target for a tubgirlbomb.
Okay, enough dork-talk. I'm starting to sound like Bad Andy.
Posted March 22, 2005 at 03:36:00 PM by Bean
I am totally selling out to the man.
You may or may not have noticed the little google links over on the right sidebar. They are my Google AdSense ads. I earn tons of cold hard cash money everytime somebody clicks through to a sponsor. They generally relate to one or more topics on the page, using the same technology as GMail to sift through the text and create relavant links. Actually, I think AdSense was first, and now they use the AdSense engine in GMail. At any rate, just thought I'd explain. I don't think they are too intrusive, and I've got them buried under the important things (other blogs, archives). In just the past two days, I have earned a whopping $0.05.
In GMail-related news: For those of you whom have not yet tried GMail, you should. It's the best free online email service I've ever seen. Tons of storage and great filtering/searching features. I have a bunch of gmail invites. If you'd like one, email me or leave a comment.
Posted March 21, 2005 at 08:47:00 AM by Bean
Okay, so first things first: The audioblog, while proving functional, did not yeild many funny results. Listen at your own risk. On to more chili-related news:
Best Chili: Nick Hottest Chili: Me Greenest Chili: M1 Iron Bartender: Me The Chili selection was quite varied. Styles ranged from traditional to, "80% noodles" chili, to Scuba Steve's Birchin' Taco Chili Supreme. On top of the chili, TP made some bombdiggity nacho cheese and some focacia bread. Seleb brought some peanut butter pie, which may or may not have been Jiff in a pie shell.
Iron Bartender was quite fun. The rules were: Two people go head to head with a secret ingredient, the judge tastes, and declares a winner. The judge gets dibbs on the winning entry, the winner gets to be then next judge, and the loser has to drink his own sludge. I forsee more Iron Bartender competitions in the future. The secret ingredients I can recall were:
Fruit punch Protien powder Maple syrup Sour cream Apple / white grape juice I know there were more... leave comments if you remember. In summary, Chilifest = Good Tims!
Chilifestivus for the rest of us
Posted March 19, 2005 at 09:47:00 AM by Bean
Im departing for the grand city of Columbus, IN in about 7 minutes. Chilifest 2005 is about to get under way. I'm taking a crock of Bean's No-bean Chipolte Chili, a keg of St. Chucks Porter, assorted other libations, a sleeping bag, and my cell phone. The cell phone is important. I am going to attempt to provide Beanblog.com with periodic updates via audioblogger, so look for some MP3's later today. Let the shenanigens begin!
PS-if you are reading this today (Saturday), you are either Stef or a loser.
Posted March 18, 2005 at 02:16:00 PM by Bean
This is a test email that should be automagically published to my blog. Color me hopefull.
Posted March 18, 2005 at 01:16:05 PM by Bean
Incase you missed the big banner at the top of this page, this is notification that no new blogs will be blogged at beanblog.org. All new content will go to beanblog.com. Update yer links, yo. More deets here.
Posted March 17, 2005 at 07:57:00 PM by Bean
After I moved to Indianapolis, but when my things were still in Chicago, a group of guys and I made a road trip north ot collect my belongings. I am not entirely sure who was in on it, but I think the list was: me, JCTMH, Rangoon, Koji, and maybe m1. Anyway, we were heading north and took an exit so we could eat about a million chicken samiches from BK and get some gas. Rangoon decided to buy a snack to gnaw on later down the road. His choice was some kind of pickled, spicey, low-grade meat product. It may or may not have been called "Atomic Dog." There are two funny stories about that thing, which I will regale you with now:
Story # 1:
The "Atomic Dog" was about the size of a bratwurst, red, sealed in some intestine-like casing, immersed in an unknown liquid, and packaged in a clear plastic bag. When Rangoon opened it up, the windows steamed up and we all gagged. To say it had a funky smell would be an understatement of "gaint scrimps" proportions. Not easily convinced to throw out food, Rangoon tried a bit of it despite the smell. He passed it around and I believe everyone had a sample. There was a general consensus that the "Atomic Dog" was the foulest meat-based food product any of us had ever had. Rangoon threw it out the window, but the smell lingered in JCTMH's Jetta for atleast 100 miles.
Koji, being the most nutritionaly-aware of the group, read the "Atomic Dog" ingredients. He was intrigued by the "mechanically seperated chicken parts." He read it outloud and then said "What does that mean, there some rabbits picking it apart?" while twiddling his hands in front like he was pulling stuff apart. "Rabbits?" we all thought? What the hell is this crazy zipper-head talking about? He then followed up by saying "Yea, rabbits... like" and then making machine noises and moving his arms in like a robot. Like a ROBOT. A ROBOT, not a rabbit. Talk about an accent... sheesh. We all ell oh elled in out pants. To this day, JCTMH, who works on robotic devices for a living, can't say the word "robot" without thinking about little rabbits toiling away in the chicken factories.
I finally go fed up with webcrimson.com. It's an ancient blogging engine and has no active support available. When something goes wrong with the server, there is nobody to ask for help. Unfortunately, I have several years worth of blogs there, so it's gonna hurt a little bit switching to something new. I am hoping to make the switch to Blogger, leave the old benablog archives out there on beanblog.org, and continue BABAI'ing here at beanblog.com. It'll take some doing to archive the comments off as well... I'll have to work on that later. But anyway, all links to beanblog.org shoudl remain valid since I'll be continuing at ".com". I'll probably go in and add some kind of notice at the top of each ".org" page so that any potiential reader not in the know can find new content. Anyway, taht's that, and as soon as I can get access to wecrimsons servers again, I'll have a funny blog for ya.
(Note that the blog has moved again... see this post for details)
I need help.
I have so much beer in my basement that I fear some of it is going to go bad if someone doesn't help me drink it. I like brewing, but I may have to cut back on it, or else step up the drinking. I have a new neighbor... maybe he's a beer drinker. I'll ask when I meet him.
In brewing-related news: Barkley, Hicks, and I will be brewing 20 more gallons this weekend. I will probably take 10 of those. The beers are NBA and CHIPA. I finally kegged and sampled the St. Chunk's Porter from a month or so ago. It's bangtastic. Stef even likes it. The Nessie Wee is coming along nicely - I'll probably throw it in cold storage in a few more weeks and let it age there for a month or two.
In beer-related news: Rich O's, Sportstime Pizza, and the New Albanian Brewery are starting "Gravity Head 2005" today. For the next month, they'll have a large selection of high-gravity beers on tap and on cask. High gravity refers to the specific gravity of the beer before it has fermented. A highy gravity beer has a high specific gravity because of the large amount of sugars present. This large amount of sugar gets converted into large amounts of alcohol. High gravity beers range from 6 or 7 percent ABV all the way up to the 20's. Check out this link (search the page for "samichlaus") for a list of the beers they'll have.
And I'm OAT.
Posted March 07, 2005 at 08:38:27 AM by Bean
For those of you with whom I do not speak on a regular basis, here's a news flach: A few weeks ago, I was in a car accident and my trusty Nissan truck was badly dammaged. Here's the whole story:
Stef and I went to Louisville for our first set of dance lessons. We are going to be hip-hop superstars. Afterwards, about 7pm, we went to Osaka, a little sushi bar down the street from th edance studio. We ate a lot fo sushi, and before we left, the sushi guy convinced Stef to take home a container of ginger. He assured us that if we ate one piece a day, it would make us skinny. Whatever. Next, we went to Wet Willys for a drink. Stef had an Erdinger, and I had a Bell's Two-Hearted Ale. Being as full as we were, we decided to leave it at one beer and head home.
Our standard route home from Wet Willy's goes through one of Louisville's "Urban Housing" areas. Because of this, the lights along the street are timed such that once you enter the "Urban Housing" area, you don't really have to stop, so long as you go 30 mph (too fast to get carjacked). So there we are, cruising down Jefferson, hitting the lights as they turn green.
Then, as my nose is about to enter the last timed light intersectio9n, I glance at the light and see that mine is still red. I can see that the opposing light is yellow. Crap... I must have gotten ahead of the pattern... but it's too late now. Better to try and get through the intersection than to slam on my brakes and stop in the middle of it. As luck would have it, there was approximately one (1) other car on the roads of downtown louisville that night, and the driver was trying to beat a red light.
Stef and I were in the intersection before we saw th eother car. We were almost through it before he hit us. He was driving a little coupe of some kind, and he was driving it fast (hence my mention that we was tryign to beat the red), because when he hit us in the passenger side rear wheel, we flipped up on our side, spun a bit, and slid 50 feet or so before my tired caught and plopped us back up on all 4. It happend pretty fast. My engine was still running and there was pickled ginger all over the cab. My windshield was broken. Even while th eaccident was takign place, I was asking Stef is she was okay. Luckilly, we were both fine, a little startled, but physically fine when I shut off my engine and got out to go check on the other people.
They were both out of their car, a guy was driving his girls car from what I could tell. I repeatedly asked if they were okay, but all they said to me (over and over again) was "My car! my car! (the chick)" and "Man, you had a red light (the dude)". I did have a red light... but so did he. By the time I was through, there is no way his shits were still yellow. At any rate, I went back to my truck to asses the dammage. It was dammaged on about 70% of the body panels and the windsheild was broken. The frame around the cab was knocked slightly off kilter. The other car was crushed like an accordian. Good thing they had airbags.
An ambulance was there in about 90 seconds... somehow. And police and firetruck soon followed. The other car was leaking fluids, so the moved it out of the intersection (I drove mine up on the curb) and flooded the street with a nerby hydrant to wash off the debris and fluids. Everyone but Stef and I was gone within 20 minutes, and traffic resumed. We waited on John to come over so he could follow us home - my tail lights were out.
On the ride home, my truck drove fabulously. I don't know how, but there didn't seem to be any dammage to the frame other than the cab, and the allignment was spot-on. The next day I reported it to insurance and took it in for an estimate. 10K in dammage, so they declared it a total loss. After a 1k deductible and buying back the salvage (still driveable, for $1750), I got a check for 10.5K and sold the wreck for $2250 for a total walk-away of 11K. I had just paid my truck off in January.
Last night I bought a 97 Nissan Sentra for $2650. 88K miles, runs like a champ so far, and gets 35 mpg. The rest of the payoff went to zero out ALL of our credit card debt.
All in all, things could have been a lot worse.
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