Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Conversation (Almost) Interrupted At Party Poker

Foggy7777: where do you rodeo at joe
Joe_Rodeo: tx
Foggy7777: I'm a team roper

...and it wuz all I could do not to pipe in with:

rex_ferric: at the Regal Beagle?...

Friday, July 20, 2007

Today's Pearl Of Observed Wisdom:

It may be most advantageous to the long-term life of your hankerchief if you were to avoid sneezing while you have a mouthful of Cheetos...

[And now a completely unrelated question: is it perhaps a sign that I've gone a little over the edge poker-wise when I have a dream aboot having a four-handed game with Mike Matusow, Phil Hellmuth and Antonio Esfandiari?...]

Monday, July 09, 2007

For Guitar Novices Who Have Considered Synthesizers When Ronnie James Dio Was Enuff...

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Figgers -- Pocket Deuces...

[via Number Eight]

Your Life Path Number is 22

Your purpose in life is to use your power for good.

Of all the life paths, yours has the most innate power. Your power lies in your vision, and you must recruit others to help you in this vision.
You are able to be a great idealist, but you still have the practicality to get things done.

In love, you tend to be a big romantic - but you also tend to keep your distance.

You have a lot of potential, and it's sometimes hard to live up to. Sometimes you just feel like slipping into obscurity and doing nothing.
You tend to be prone to dramatic emotions, until you step back and look at things honestly.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Eight More Things Aboot My So-Called Life

Due to the heartless machinations of the pitiless .ck., I am honour-bound to throw 8 more trivial tidbits into the gaping maw of the electromagnetic abyss of the interwebbinesses:

1. When I Googled the word 'dernded' just now, 28 [EDIT:okay, 26] of the first 30 entries came from things I'd written hither and yon (under various names, of course, of course...)

2. I still have the copy of Marvel Tales #2 from 1965 that my brother and I ripped apart fighting over whose it was (rendering what would now be a $60 comic worth only aboot $6)...

3. If I get particularly nervous, my right arm will begin to look like I've got a bad case of alien hand syndrome...

4. I contributed the turntable breaks on a recording session I did in Dayton in the mid-80's [which I found doubly amusing in that a)I was the only white musician in the studio at the time, and b) the guy hired to do it in the first place couldn't put the scratches on the right beats...]

5. When I mentioned the fact that I'd twice hacked into the system account of my community college during the interview fer my current job, I neglected to mention that the system password on the first ocassion was the first word in the name of the college, and the second time it was the name of the street where it was located -- 'snot like I had to guess the name of someone's dead son or nuthin'...

6. I wrote a letter to President Nixon when I wuz 9 or 10 in which (IIRC) I said something to the effect of "I hope Eldridge Cleaver takes off your head with a shotgun" -- I got the standard form letter back... and when I wuz 12, my passport to go to Scandanavia took two monthes longer to process than my mother's (hmmm)...

7. I have a potentially bad habit of letting numerological concerns dictate my decision making process in poker ["If I call that $30 bet, that leaves me with $1300; bad luck number -- better raise him to $70 instead..."]

8. I may be developing an emotional attachment to my car's cruise control (really, how did life *exist* before this device?...)