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Just got episode two online.

Finally, we have the first episode of the Dave and Dave Show recorded and ready for your viewing pleasure. The website should be up in a couple days along with the RSS feed for you out there that are already running ipodder. Check back here for more details. Until then, you can grab the show here:

[15:50] quehaggerschnitz: So what the hell is Alton Brown? Is he Chef Brown? Or is he just a guy that knows alot about the chemistry of cooking
[15:50] TunaMan52: hrm
[15:50] TunaMan52: who the heck knows
[15:52] quehaggerschnitz: cause I was thinking I’d like to see him up against an iron chef or be one but then I thought…well I’ve actually never seen him Chef anything before
[15:52] TunaMan52: lol
[15:52] TunaMan52: http://forums.egullet.com/index.php?showtopic=43568
[15:54] TunaMan52: makes sense
[15:54] quehaggerschnitz: interesting
[15:54] quehaggerschnitz: so I guess he’s a chef
[15:54] quehaggerschnitz: but doesn’t chef
[15:54] quehaggerschnitz: he’s a chef ninja

Warning:Mushieness to follow

My Beautiful Kristen

As of today, Kristen and I have officially been dating for Five Years. I believe the appropriate term is “Holy Crap. That is a lot of years.” Especially for someone my age. But you know what? It hasn’t nearly been long enough. I can’t wait for the next five years.

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I drove up to work early this morning because I couldn’t sleep. It was a pretty pleasant drive for the most part. I took the less crowded of the two freeway options and spent the fourty-five minutes rockin’ out to some Cake and Collective Soul on my iPod. It was cold out, but the weather was clear.

At one point, about ten miles south of my exit, I passed into a cloud. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Lordy Bagordy. I literally could not see beyond my bumper. I slowed to about 35 and moved into the slow lane. Cars were just wizzing by; I couldn’t believe it. Why would someone continute as 74MPH when they can’t even see the damn road? Anyway, it went on like that for about a mile, then, just as quick as it came, it was gone. Gone I say.

Freaky.

Its damn near 7am. I’ve been working all night on this project. My deadline is 10am-ish. Talk about cutting it close. It’s not that I’ve been slacking. I really don’t approve of slacking. When I’m working, I go for broke. I really make stuff happen when I’m at this desk. I believe that I can make this deadline and I intend to. Then I’m going to get some fucking sleep.

But, to do any of this, I have to stop writing this-