So you are playing around with some shell scripts and all of a sudden you have this insatiable desire (aren't *all* desires insatiable?) to throw down a tall cool one.

But you are stuck in the central nerve center of your netop late friday night (early saturday morn), knee deep in a tangle of fiber and switches, far far away from the nearest hop-stocked fridge or pub...or so you thought...

Just 'cd' into the nearest /pub and use your favorite paging util to down a few and you'll feel right as rain...

Available on a heather forest (greyish-green, er greenish-grey) shirt with a shell prompt and 'cd /pub' and 'more beer' written in white. Note that some action shots show the shirt in a leaf-color (greenish-blue, i mean bluish-green), which is no longer available.