This evening’s IM conversation with Brad in Chicago. Trés manly.

brad: Ping?

alec: pong

brad: Brain glitch. I thought I was pinging a different tab.

alec: bwahahahaha
alec: am not on swan, am perl hacking, am drunk

brad: Fun.
brad: Remember: Don’t drink and root.

alec: sudo is my drinking buddy
alec: enormous G&T with a pickle as a stirrer

brad: Pickle?!?

alec: yeah, well, it’s innovative

brad: funny.
brad: What’s the Northern equivalent of a Sol with a lime in it?
brad: A Newcastle Brown Ale with a sausage in it.

alec: i was gonna guess the same but with black pudding

brad: Even better. Or not.

alec: boudin noir, superb stuff

brad: Nasty ass shite.

alec: there speaks someone raised on burgers

brad: And I like marmite, so don’t start on that.
brad: It’s like barbecue sauce for toast.

alec: bwaahahahhaah

brad: some poor, dumb, bastard of a commoner was too poor to buy food and too proud to kill the milk cow, so he drained off a couple of pints of blood and fried it up.
brad: So now you make it a national tradition and act like you’re proud of it.
brad: Bah.

alec: s’pigs blood

brad: Oh, that’s even better.
brad: concall….

alec: poop. enjoy

brad: Later. Enjoy your pickle.

alec: s’gone
alec: need to rehydrate else hangover

brad: Belch and enjoy it again.

alec: nope. didn’t work
alec: oh well