The Beck's Dark is utter crap. Not even a frozen glass can extinguish the lager-y aftertaste. The best thing about it is the fact that the bottle is not screw-top, which means I can bottle my home-brew into some twelve-ouncers next time I brew.

On the other hand, the Big Rock Alberta Stout is holding up its end. I'll definitely get that one again. What is it with these Canadians? Do they only like yellow beer? (If so, that's something in common with Jonah Goldberg.)

After last month's last-minute workfest, we've decided to keep better track of our hours, so I wrote a script to keep track of time worked in this month, hours left, number of workdays, etc. It turns out that my wife and I have differing interpretations of suffcient progress towards the goal (40 hour work weeks), so the script spits separate lines for each of us: "Sam thinks we are ON GOAL."

And I'm ripping the rest of our CD's. It finally became more convenient for me to use ripped tracks than to change CD's for the all-important background music for our code-a-thon. Once that crossover happens, it doesn't make sense to wait any longer.

Unfortunately this means I have to come to terms with the eclecticity of my music tastes. I'm a right-winger, and my favorite band is Midnight Oil. Uh-oh.