Thursday, June 22, 2006

Note to Matty Y:

Godspeed, Dr. Nick. Godspeed.

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Note to Matty Y:

If anybody suffers an alcohol related malady this weekend, I'll demand they be taken to Beth Israel Deaconess and the trusty hands of Dr. Nick.

Beep Drinking for two beep.
Note to Boston's sick:

T-minus 23 hours until Dr. Nick starts his internship.

Run. For. Your. Lives.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Note to all:

RAD keeps you young. Nadia Comaneci and Bart Conner had their first child just this month.

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Note to Brian:

I gladly accept the appointment, on the condition that no communiques are to be expected after 5pm. I'm not planning on slowing down in order to play with the radio and fiddle with the phone.

Beep 49 1/2 hours until I leave beep.
Note to Self:

Why does the qualifying track for HellTrack look nothing like HellTrack itself? Doesn't that, by nature, make it a bad test of who should qualify for Hell Track? I mean, when Matty Y wanted to no-height... I mean, when he wanted to qualify for the Pent, his "qualifying" wasn't based on him doing well in the Steeple Chase.

Just saying.

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Note to Brian:

I believe that Baskin Robbins' mint chocolate chip ice cream has a better sense of direction than Sky. It could probably find the train station.

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Note to Brian:

Our 40 pound case of chicken wings can be picked up after 9am tomorrow. Only $44.99.

Beep 40 lbs is a shitload beep.
Note to Liz:

You are now officially the Millerstock 2k6 World Cup Score text messaging coordinator for Friday since it appears Scotty has failed as Millerstock 2k6 satellite TV coordinator.

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Note to Kate:

Can the mint ice cream find the train station?

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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Note to all:

Have about thirty beers, a pound of BBQ, and three dozen chicken wings for me this weekend since I won't be able to make it. I'm on call Friday night (my first day on the job) and won't have a day off until the 4th of July weekend.

P.S. Did Sky just refer to himself as "brilliant"?

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Note to self:

Do NOT forget your paddle. Or you may cry yourself to sleep.

Beep 73 1/4 hours until I head out beep.
Note to self:

Do NOT forget your paddle. Or you may cry yourself to sleep.

Beep 73 3/4 hours until I head out beep.
Note to Brian:

Actually, no -- that's the brilliant part. Getting from individual cups-per-round to team margin-of-victory does involve number of rounds, but it cancels out in the end.

If you were omniscient and knew individual cups-per-round, you could calculate expected number of rounds in a game, and therefore the expected margin-of-victory. By using margin-of-victory as the starting point, you can have Excel's Solver function assign individual cups-per-round figures that best fit the observed margins-of-victory.

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Note to Sky:

Don't you also need total rounds (cup appearances?) ?

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Note to Brian:

Cups-per-round was the key to figuring out Beirut ratings. Now I've got a nifty Excel workbook that will compute individual player ratings simply by recording the teams and cups remaining.

Beep Excel and I need to get a room beep.
Note to self:

You like Mark Cuban despite hating basketball, so watch HDnet more often.

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Monday, June 19, 2006

Note to Pam:

Smashing idea! I think I have it on VHS somewhere.... It is probably best appreciated after a couple of drinks.

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Note to Doug:

Pick someone that knows what they are doing, and delegate them to be in charge of snacks. I don't want people complaining about not being fed at a time that is convenient to them.

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Sunday, June 18, 2006

Note to Terry Francona:

It is OK to use your best pitchers in high leverage situations, even if it isn't in the 9th inning.

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Note to Self:

Begin attending the World Cup.

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Note to Sky:

I was serious.

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Note to Millerstock 2k6 participants:

As Brian's post implied, don't expect any RAD/GH songs from the lame band you hired to perform. Evidently drummers carry zero creative influence.

Here's hoping I can make it up to y'all with strawberry-based foods.

Beep Fucking Johnny Cougar made the cut beep.