This is simple, and yet fun. Makes me feel like I’m 10 years old again, playing with sand at a fair, pouring colors into bottles to take home and show off. It turns your browser into sand, to play with. Just go there and try it. You’ll see. *thumbs up*
Alrighty then. Son of Poker Night is tomorrow. If you have previously told me you were coming, either through LJ, FB, or AIM, you’re set. If you were not sure you were coming and had me guessing, now’s the time to confirm. I need to buy food.
If you did not know about this and feel like spending a day playing poker, eating spicy chili and watching TV, you can ask. Just know that space is tight. (Hey its an apartment in Manhattan…)
I have 9 people definite and 4 people tentative.
I love poker. I love wins, and while I don’t like losing pots I don’t mind losing if its well played all around. If I play badly, I get annoyed and angry but I can deal with it. However, bad beats drive me batshit crazy.
For those of you who know poker and understand what this means, the latest bad beat that just raped me - after the cut. (To save those of you who couldn’t give a damn.)
I’m back from Atlantic City and ScottoAlexKat-a-con. Happy birthday to all three! Much love to Elf, Jim, Geoff, Scott, Alex, and Kat for making it a fun weekend.
I’m still overheated, sunburned, exhausted, and probably sick with a sore throat of some sort.
Gambling was pretty ugly - A great video roulette run and a decent Craps run was offset by bad hammering at Video Roulette while trying to milk comps. As for Poker — after a bad misstep on my part due to a misread and distraction, my luck went completely and utterly sour. Even perfect play acknowledged by other players was rewarded with very bad river beats. The topper was being beated with quad 10’s in the last hand of poker I played, where I’d done the right actions but just ran up into an almost impossible set of odds. *sigh* — So yeah, card playing was very discouraging, and I’ll take a few months to work around the violent swing my play took.
Oh, and being on the shore and in the casinos - a good number of good looking women just to torture me in a shallow, visual, totally unsubtle way. I certainly didn’t mind seeing the eye candy, and I can certainly see myself being interested the looks of your stereotypical “Jersey Girl”.
However, if you’ve got “Aeropostale” written on the back of your hot-shorts and are busy talking about getting drunk as quickly as possible, I might never make it past the wringing neck feeling that might course through my fingers… You know, the one where your fingers just start twiching closed? yeah. ;P
Anyway, too tired to talk anymore, let alone post photos. A bunch of nice photos to post too… Just need time to sort through. Oy. -_-;; Now, to try and brace myself to survive 100 degree weather..
I’m not Staring at your Chest!
Originally uploaded by Doc Stampede
Look, this was Amy’s shirt okay? I loved the artwork. I had to take a photo. I WAS NOT STARING AT HER CHEST.
Her chest was just a bonus. 
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New Flickr gallery for Mid-Week Eats photos - Enjoy!
Tomorrow, I head down to Atlantic City, for a weekend of celebrating birthdays (THREE OF THEM), partying like a rockstar (well at least I’ll be drinking rockstars), and gambling.
Warning, warning, SHARK IN THE WATER!
I’m going to be a shark amongst the sharks. We’ll see if my instincts have continued to improve. Here’s hoping I net a few monster hands at the no-limit tables. XD
Humm.
I need a WoW or other Fantasy mmorpg costumer, to pose for a random goofy little photo. This is not for pay or anything serious, just a funny little thought that just crossed my head.
I also need an office location, preferably a cubicle of some sort.
*rubs hands together and snickers*
This is in direct reference to this post.
Adam P. Knave Smooth. Like gravel. - Crotch fire.
For reference, here is a simple GIF animation. Watch it. Examine it. Study it. You will be quizzed in a moment.
Now see, here’s my thought. If you are stupid enough to spray your own crotch with some sort of ignitable liquid, then set it on fire… You likely do NOT belong in the gene pool. This kid’s so called friends are actually doing humanity a service by practicing what I have taken to calling Active Darwinism.
Discuss. Maybe someone can help shed some light on why someone would ever do this to themselves.
A few random tidbits to entertain and dismay.
You know this sounded like a fun post at the start, but I really did run out of things to say. Whoops.
This specific comic nails it perfectly.
