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  1. 43 minutes ago, Trey3216 said:

    Not so behind the scenes, and not so endgame, but of course.   

    Obviously a gutted US shale industry is win for SA and Russia.  I'm just wondering if the whole tiff between these two wasn't orchestrated. Their main goal is to hurt US shale not each other.  Maybe too tinfoil...

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  2. 48 minutes ago, Dr. Beeper said:

    Yeah well old timers that have been doing this since the 70s say it’s never been this bad. 

    I guess it depends on your perspective.  I was around, just starting my career for the 86' one, and I'm a native Midlander.  It just about buried this town.  Bank failures, massive layoffs, company bankruptcies left and right.  It was ugly.

    Like I said, it may get that bad again, but right now team shale doesn't seem to be getting the message..  Yes, it has slowed down and it needed to.  The musical chairs have finally started stopping. It's not a surprise to a lot of people.

    This has been more of a technology boom and bust not price controlled like 86' and others.

  3. 2 hours ago, Dr. Beeper said:

    No chatter in 10 days. No NAPE talk. Gas up $0.10 today, and still below $2.00. Crude at $52 and very flat. A&D totally dead. Banks about to drop the hammer. The blood in the street we’ve been anticipating so long might finally be here. I’ve never seen things so bad in my years in the industry. Never. 

    Hah! The 86' bust say's, "hold my beer".  This one may get there, but it's not there yet.

    And I know you said--in your years.

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  4. 16 minutes ago, Blotto said:

    After asking around, apparently our company insurance will pay for the shot after the age of 50, which is the official CDC recommendation. Before 50, it's out of pocket, which appears to be roughly $300. 

    Hate to jump on the derailment train...but, does anyone know if the Shingrix shot will help prevent Bell's Palsy? Since shingles and Bell's are both supposedly cause by herpes zoster.  I've had Bell's 3 times and I don't fucking want it again, nor do I want shingles which I might be particularly susceptible to, based on my Bell's experiences.

  5. On 12/30/2019 at 1:15 PM, Neonmoon said:

    How much do you see or have you heard of how optic politics will be affecting the money side in the future? Meaning Goldman Sachs just announced it is no longer handing out loans for Arctic drilling and coal. Now Coal was already squeezed out by natural gas, and the arctic is mainly an issue for the super majors. Is this just a dress to be worn to look pretty now or do you see more of it?

    What’s funny to me is that “optic politics” can influence the hydrocarbon sector all it wants and we can stand on our moral high ground about reducing our foot print here and in Europe. But, Asia is building and commissioning coal fired plants at a frenzied pace.

    Why? One main reason is to meet our demands. We are essentially exporting our problems to Asia. If it makes people feel better (California) to think they are doing a great job cleaning up their air, so be it. Last I checked, there is only one atmosphere. Doesn’t really matter where emissions are coming from. We want our stuff therefore someone is going to supply it.

  6. 27 minutes ago, Neonmoon said:

    It's really going to be interesting to see how climate change politics, energy demand, and energy supply intereact over the next 10-20 years. No one knows what will happen. What if Colorado bans fracking? What if the President does? what will that do to prices? 

    Then you have the consumer. Would you rather buy energy with zero emissions or energy derived from buring fossil fuels? States like California or companies inside those states already demanding their energy companies provide energy from renwables. 

    Of course, things could go sideways in a heartbeat if the Saudi's infrastructure is attacked, and people won't give a shit if their energy is made the dirty way as long as they don't have to pay $600/month in energy bills

     

    Go to switchenergyproject.com. Scott Tinker at the BEG has done a good job of addressing a lot of this.  

  7. 4 hours ago, Bullneck said:

    A chronology of events for Saturday, December 4, 1999, and the early morning hours of Sunday, December 5, 1999:

    6:00 Arise, play the Eyes of Texas and Texas Fight at full-freaking blast

    6:20 Get in car, drive to New Braunfels

    7:30 Tee off (me and a buddy were the FIRST tee-time of the morning)

    8:50 Turn 9 (crack open first beer)

    8:53 Crack open second beer

    8:58 Crack open...(you get the idea)

    10:30 Finish 18 (holes, as well as beers), sign scorecard for smoooooth 95

    10:35 Headed for San Antonio (Alamodome - Nebraska vs Texas)

    10:50 Buy three 18-packs for pre- and post-game festivities

    11:10 We decide we don't have enough booze, so we double-back to a liquor store and buy the good ol' 750 ml plastic bottle "Traveler" Jim Beam

    11:50 Arrive at the tailgate spot. Awesome day. Not a single cloud in the sky. About 70 degrees.

    11:55 I decide that we're going to kick the ********** out of Nebraska.

    11:56 I tell my first Nebraska fan to go f!!k himself.

    12:15 The UT band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. We're on the second floor of a two-story parking garage on the corner (a couple hundred of us). We're hooting and hollering like wildmen. The band doubles back to the street right below us and serenades us with Texas Fight and The Eyes of Texas. AWESOME MOMENT.

    12:25 In the post-serenade serendipity, 50-100 grown men are bumping chests with one another, each and every one of them now secure and certain of the fact that we are going to kick the ********** out of Nebraska.

    11:00 The Nebraska band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. Again, we hoot and holler like wildmen. Again, the band doubles back and stops right below us to serenade us, this time, however, with the Nebraska fight songs. Although somewhat impressed by their spirit and verve, we remain convinced that we are going to kick the ********** out of Nebraska.

    1:30 I begin the walk to the Alamodome, somehow managing to stuff the "Traveler" and 11 cans of beer into my pants.

    1:47 I am in line surrounded by Nebraska fans. They are taunting me. I am taunting back, still certain that we are going to kick the ********** out of Nebraska. I decide to challenge a particularly vocal Nebraska fan to play what I now call and will forever be remembered as "Cell-Phone Flop Out." Remember flop out for a dollar? The rules are similar. I tell this Nebraska jackass that if he's so confident in his team, he should "flop out" his cell phone RIGHT NOW and make plane reservations to Phoenix for the Fiesta Bowl. And then I spoke these memorable words: "And not those damn refundable tickets, either! You request those non-refundable, non-transferrable sons-of-b!tches!" He backs down. He is unworthy. I call Southwest Airlines and buy two tickets to Phoenix, non-refundable and non-transferrable. Price: $712. He is humbled. He lowers his head in shame. I raise my cell phone in triumph to the cheers of hundreds of Texas fans. I am KING and these are my subjects. I distribute the 11 beers in my pants to the cheering masses. I RULE the pre-game kingdom.

    2:34 Kickoff. Brimming with confidence, I open the Traveler and pour my first stiffy.

    2:45 I notice something troubling: Nebraska is big. Nebraska is fast. Nebraska is very pissed off at Texas.

    3:01 The first quarter mercifully ends. 9 yards total offense for Texas. Zero first downs for Texas. I'm still talking **********. I pour another stiffy from the Traveler.

    3:36 Four minutes to go in the first half: the Traveler is a dead soldier. I buy my first $5 beer from the Alamodome merchants. While I am standing in line, a center snap nearly decapitates Major Applewhite and rolls out of the end zone. Safety.

    3:56 Halftime score: Nebraska 15, Texas 0. I wish I had another Traveler.

    4:11 While urinating next to a Nebraska fan in the bathroom at halftime, I attempt to revive the classic Brice- ism from the South Bend bathroom: "Hey, buddy, niiiiiiiiice c**k." He is unamused.

    4:21 I buy my 2nd and 3rd $5 beer from the Alamodome merchants. I share my beer with two high school girls sitting behind me. Surprisingly, they are equipped with a flask full of vodka. I send them off to purchase Sprites, so that we may consume their vodka. I have not lost faith. Nebraska is a bunch of pu$$ies.

    4:51 No more vodka. The girls sitting behind me have fled for their lives. I purchase two more $5 beers from the Alamodome merchants.

    5:18 Score is Nebraska 22, Texas 0. I am beginning to lose faith. This normally would trouble me, but I am too drunk to see the football field.

    5:27 I call Southwest Airlines: "I'm sorry, sir. Those tickets have been confirmed and are non-refundable and non-transferrable."

    5:37 I try to start a fight with every person behind the concession counter. As it turns out, the Alamodome has a policy that no beer can be sold when there is less than 10 minutes on the game clock. I am enraged by this policy. I ask loudly: "Why the ************ didn't you announce last call over the f**king PA system??!!"

    5:49 Back in my seats, I am slumped in my chair in defeat. All of a sudden, the Texas crowd goes absolutely nuts. "Whazzis?," I mutter, awaking from my coma, "Iz we winnig? Did wez scort?" Alas, the answer is > > >>no, we were not winning and we did not score. The largest (by far) cheer of the day from the Texas faithful occurred when the handlers were walking back to the tunnel and Bevo (the Texas mascot) stopped to take a gargantuan ********** all over the letters "S", "K",and "A" in the "Nebraska" spelled out in their end zone. I cheer wildly. I pick up the empty Traveler bottle and stick my tongue in it. I am thirsty.

    6:16 Nebraska fans are going berserk as I walk back to the truck. I would taunt them with some off-color remarks about their parentage, but I am too drunk to form complete sentences. With my last cognitive thought of the evening, I take solace in the fact that if we had not beaten them in October, they would be playing Florida State for the national championship.

    6:30 Back in the car. On the way back to Austin for the basketball game.

    8:00 Texas-Arizona tip off. We can still salvage the day! I crack open a beer. It is warm. I don't care.

    7:12 We have stopped for gas. I am hungry. I go inside the store. I walk past the beer frig. I notice a Zima. I've never had a Zima. I wonder if it's any good. I pull a Zima from the frig. I twist the top off and drink the Zima in three swallows. Zima sucks. I replace the empty bottle in the frig.

    7:17 There is a Blimpie Subs in the store. I walk to where the ingredients are, where the person usually makes the sub. There is no one there. I lean over the counter and scoop out half a bucket of black olives. I eat them. I am still hungry. I lean further over the counter and grab approximately two pounds of Pastrami. I walk out of the store grunting and eating Pastrami. The patrons in the store fear me. I don't care.

    8:01 We are in South Austin. I have been drinking warm beer and singing Brooks and Dunn tunes for over an hour. My truck-mate is tired of my singing. He suggests that perhaps Brooks and Dunn have written other good songs besides "You're Going to Miss Me When I'm Gone" and "Neon Moon" and that maybe listening to only those two songs, ten times each was a bit excessive. Perhaps, he suggests, Icould just let the CD play on its own. I tell him to ************ off and restart "Neon Moon."

    8:30 We arrive at the Erwin Center. My truckmate, against my loud and profane protestations, parks on the top floor of a nearby parking garage. I tell him he's an idiot. I tell him we will never get out. I tell him we may as well pitch a f**king tent here. He ignores me. I think he's still pissed about the Brooks and Dunn tunes. I whistle "Neon Moon" loudly.

    8:47 I am rallying. I have 4 warm beers stuffed in my pants. We're going to kick the ********** out of Arizona.

    9:11 Halftime score: Texas 31, Arizona 29. I am pleased. I go to the bathroom to pee for the 67th time today. I giggle to myself because of the new opportunity to do "the bathroom Brice." There are no Arizona fans in the bathroom. I am disappointed. I tell myself (out loud) that I have a "Niiiiiice c*ck." No one is amused but me.

    9:41 I walk to the bathroom while drinking Bud Light out of a can. Needless to say, they do not sell beer at the Erwin Center,much less Bud Light out of a can. I am stopped by an usher: "Where did you get that, sir?" I tell him (no **********): "Oh, the cheerleaders were throwing them up with those little plastic footballs. Would you mind throwing this away for me?" I take the last swig and hand it to him. He is confused. I pretend I'm going to the bathroom, but I run away giggling instead. I duck into some entrance to avoid the usher, who is now pursuing me. I sneak into a large group of people and sit down. The usher walks by harmlessly. I am giggling like a little girl. I crack open another can of Bud Light.

    9:52 I am lost. In my haste to avoid the usher, I have lost my bearings. I have no ticket stub. I cannot find my seats. Texas is losing.

    10:09 Texas is being screwed by the refs. I am enraged. I have cleared out the seats around me because I keep removing my hat and beating the surrounding chairs with it. A concerned fan asks if I'm OK and perhaps I shouldn't take it so seriously. I tell him to ************ off.

    10:15 After the fourth consecutive "worst f**king call I have EVER seen, " I attempt to remove my hat again to begin beating inanimate objects. However, on this occasion I miscalculate and I thumbnail myself in my left eyelid, leaving a one-quarter inch gash over my eye. I am now bleeding into my left eye and all over my shirt. "Perhaps," I think to myself, I'm taking this a bit seriously."

    10:22 I am standing in the bathroom peeing. I'm so drunk I am swaying and grunting. I have a bloody napkin pressed on my left eye. My pants are bloody. I have my (formerly) white shirt wrapped around my waist. I look like I should be in an episode of Cops.

    10:43 Texas has lost. I put my bloody white shirt back on my body and make my way for the exits. I am stopped every 20 seconds by a good samaritan/cop/security guard to ask me why I am covered in blood, but I merely grunt incoherently and keep moving.

    10:59 With my one good eye, I have located the parking garage. I walk up six flights of stairs, promise that when I see my friend I will punch him in the face for making me walk up six flights of stairs, find the truck, and collapse in a heap in the bed of the truck. I look around and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I take a nap.

    11:17 I awake from my nap. I see my friend in the driver's seat. I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I am too tired to punch my friend. I call my friend a "Stupid c**ksucker."

    11:31 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid c**ksucker."

    11:38 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid c**ksucker."

    11:47 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid c**ksucker."

    11:58 I am jostled. The truck is moving. I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is beginning to move on the second floor. I jump out of the truck, walk to the edge of the parking facility, and pee off the sixth floor onto the street below. My friend looks at me like I just anally violated his minor sister. I turn around pee on the front of his truck while singing the lyrics to "Neon Moon."

    12:11 We are moving. We are out of beer. I jump from the truck and go from vehicle to vehicle until someone gives me two beers. I am happy. I return to my vehicle

    12:26 We have emerged from the parking facility. We make our way to my apartment and find Ed sitting on the couch with a freshly opened bottle of Glenlivet on the coffee table in front of him. We are all going to die tonight.

    12:59 We have finished three-quarters of the bottle of Glenlivet. We decide it would be a wonderful idea to go dancing at PollyEsther's. Ed has to pee. He walks down the hall to our apartment and directly into the full length mirror at the end of the hall, smashing it into hundreds of pieces. We giggle uncontrollably and leave for PollyEsther's.

    1:17 The PollyEsther's doorman laughs uncontrollably at our efforts to enter his club. "Fellas," he says in between his fits of spastic laughter, "I've been working this door for almost a year. I've been working doors in this town for almost 5 years. And I can honestly say that I ain't never seen three drunker mother f**kers than you three. Sorry, can't let you in." We attempt to reason with him. He laughs harder.

    1:44 We find a bar that lets us in. We take two steps in the door and hear "Last call for alcohol!" I turn to the group and mutter: "See, dat wasn't that f**kin' hard. Day don't f**kin' do that at the Awamo...the awaom...the alab...************ it, that stadium we was at today..." We order 6shots of tequila and three beers.

    2:15 Back on the street. We need food. We hail cab to take us the two and one half blocks to Denny's. The cab fare is $1.60. We give him $10 and tell him to keep it.

    2:17 There is a 20 minute wait. We give the hostess $50. We are seated immediately.

    2:25 We order two orders of fried pickles, a Cobb salad, a bowl of soup, two orders of Blueberry blintzes, two Reuben sandwiches, a hamburger, two cheese stuffed potatoes, an order of fries, and an order of onion rings.

    2:39 The food arrives. We are all asleep with our heads on the table. The waiter wakes us up. We eat every f**king bit of our food. Most of the restaurant patrons around us are disgusted. We don't give a ************. The tab is $112 with tip.

    2:46 I'm sleepy.

    9:12 I wake up next to a strange woman. She is a waitress at Denny's. She is not pretty.

    Anyone know who originally wrote this? 
     
    It’s a classic, still cracks me up when I read it.

  8. 3 hours ago, TwiceHorn said:

    Strangely, I am not sure we improved much over the season, other than the addition of Brionne, which means we were capable of playing at a pretty high level from jump.

    They absolutely need to get the timing down on setting Butler.  She can be unstoppable if they can clean that up (high, fast set).  Well, and maybe not so many service errors and better passing and...never mind.

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  9. 8 hours ago, BladeRunnerRock said:

    Wednesday I got to witness concentration curls in the squat rack. The least surprising part of that was it was an aggy.

     

    Which brings me to this observation.  I can always tell who the aggys are at the gym.  Without fail, they will wear some sort of aggy gear every time they workout.

    Other annoyances, the guys that slam the plates together, at an ear shattering level, when they rack the bench press, squat rack, etc...It's like they have to announce to the gym that they are "loading up" the bar with 45's bro. 

    Also, people that don't have a enough gym etiquette to walk-in and observe for just a minute to see what is being used by whom.  Sometimes, someone will walk in the door and make a beeline for a piece of equipment that I am using, and I have walked a few feet away for a second, to grab a towel, get a drink etc... I don't want to feel like I have to stand guard over it between sets.

  10. I'm out of the loop, so is Fedora not an option for OC?  I assume that would be the definition of a comfort hire.  Which is why it could likely happen...

    On the other hand, he has already worked for/with Herman so he might not want any part of it at this point.

  11. Just now, Huckleberry said:

    We were teaching our players to do that. Absolutely insane but true. 

    The launch method?  It's a good way to ruin shoulders and miss tackles.  If they were being taught that way...yeah that's a problem.

    Bring your feet, keep them under you, it makes it easier to adjust at the last minute, instead of diving and hoping for the big hit...or injury.

  12. Who knows if its peaked or not.  I do know in the Permian the best areas are currently and have been drilled. The shale companies are having a hard time raising money because a lot of them aren't making money at these prices.

    I'm sure advances in technology will help, but in particular they have to address pressure depletion (not reserve depletion) in these shale reservoirs. If you don't have sufficient pressures your not going to move the hydrocarbons out of these tight rocks.

    Internationally, I'm hearing, excluding politics, that infrastructure and expertise are still behind.

     

  13. 11 hours ago, Burt Macklin said:

    His cousin is an OOS CB with every big time program in the country after him. Even if we got Neville, do you think there’s even a snowball’s chance in hell he’s coming here?

     

    On 10/2/2019 at 3:24 PM, sunset87 said:

    I wish they had a better shot at Grimes.  He looked like the best cover corner for 2020/2021 classes based on the video from one of the elite camps this past summer.

     

    On 10/2/2019 at 3:48 PM, Hank Scorpio said:

    Motherfucker, it's October 2, 2019. Quit your pussy rubbing. 

    Be careful Hank will call you woman parts for that take...maybe November 12, 2019 makes a difference.

  14. 21 hours ago, Js1 said:

    Even without Butler - 

    Hit .384 to WV’s .146

    5-2 blocks

    2 aces - 11 errors (yuck) 

    11 service errors? Yikes!

    What happened to the team that served against Baylor.  Although, I guess that game was the anomaly not this one...

  15. 48 minutes ago, Brisketexan said:

    A conclusion well-stated.

    I was quite pleased to see Obama come out with his pointed criticism of woke/cancel culture.  Collectively, we have made it much easier to 1) create and 2) focus on "demons" than ever before.  And we're only interested in the information that supports our already-established conclusion and worldview.

    Hell, I like to think that I'm pretty deliberate, and better than most, at wanting to see all of the facts and see all of the evidence (or at least the large bulk of it) before forming an opinion/conclusion.  I mean, I am conscious of the idea that this approach is what I SHOULD do, and it's the right thing to do.....yet I still fall short plenty of times, and form an instant opinion.  Sure, sometimes it's challenging, because many times, the evidence is just one or two facts, and your instant opinion has all the basis it will ever get or need.  But knowing the difference between those scenarios and more complex scenarios is hard as hell.

    Shit, I suspect that if we tried to live by a pretty elementary code of:

    1) whenever possible, choose to be kind and decent to other people

    and

    2) whatever opinion I may have about anything, pause to seriously consider the possibility of "maybe I'm wrong"

    then we'd be much better off.

    I think your 1 and 2 points are spot on.  However, from my experience, a significant amount of people cannot or will not live by #2. They will tell you that they will, but their actions will negate what they say. A lot of people simply don't want to be objective. They want their opinion reinforced, plain and simple, and yes targeted media isn't helping in that regard.

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