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| Presentation | Doh! Just realized that I haven't updated this thing since late November! Bad boy! Very bad! (ok, enough w/the self-flagellation... I'm not that bad, just written that way...) May add more later. For now though, please note that it is April of 2006, I am alive (at least I think I am, and that's what counts!), well by western standards (and certainly well compared to those not lucky enough to be born into the most affluent country on the planet...), reasonably happy (I haven't seen that many happy people, what do they look like?) and looking forward to more inane, enlightening and/or at least entertaining interactions with the denizens of the pokah enclave. [Author's note: if you didn't make it through the last paragraph, then PLEASE save yourself the next 5-10 minutes of your life and DO NOT continue on!!! It just gets more different from here... And definitely do NOT go over to myspace and read my blog, you wouldn't be happy... If, however, the above made you wonder what could possibly make someone want to write the above, then please continue on -- the shallow depths of my psyche may be a place for you. Or maybe not. Only you can tell.] Post Turkey-Day -- greetings all. I'm back after a few weeks away from PR, and getting back into the swing of things. More posts to come soon. Also please note that I've started blogging on myspace (http://www.myspace.com/b_world) -- we'll see how it goes, but some first efforts are underway. The link is at the bottom of this page, so feel free to visit! (or not, whatever you prefer...) Early November -- to all my friends and aquaintances, old and new: I have threatened it for a few weeks now, but as of today I am officially "checked out" of PR until after Turkey Day. Life is way busy for the next couple of weeks, but it seems at least somewhat likely that I shall return! I always tend to come back to my old addictive/compulsive haunts, and PR has clearly qualified there! Feel free to leave a gb or msg, but pls don't be unhappy if I don't msg back for a bit! Mid-October -- see end of this page for the damned song that keeps running through my head and won't stop!!! Sept 17, late night update: Well ladies and germs, as of a few minutes ago, I seem to have achieved the coveted pokah status of "enthusiast." I'd like to take a moment to thank the three people who were largely responsible for this status -- you all know who you are, and it would NOT have happened without you! Of course, these are also the people who are largely responsible for my newest addiction -- I thought poker was bad, but pokah can take an OUTRAGEOUS amount of time... So, I'd like to thank my friends (no list needed, I think you are comfortable in our friendship), I'd like to thank the non-existent academy, the moderators for setting up this site and generously agreeing to take our rakes, and finally i would like to completely avoid thanking any higher power. Any time someone does that at an awards ceremony it strikes me as completely ludicrous! If your deity takes that much control over your day to day life, then why does he/she bother to give you any control at all? And if you have no control, why does any of this matter? And if your deity allows you to make your own choices, then what did he/she have to do with this award??? I never understand that... I'm pretty sure a higher power had nothing to do with my pokah status, and if there is a higher power that cares about these things, we really need to have a chat about priorities... [And now, back to our previously occuring profile, already in progress.] I am a recovering poker addict, so please be gentle. While I realize that hanging around people who play poker, and occassionally indulging myself, is not exactly front and center on the "good activities" list of my 6 step program (I find several of the steps problematic, and thus skip them), I can't help it. I love all of you people so much that I'm willing to risk my health and sanity in a quest for acceptance, more money, and possibly friendship (not necessarily in that order). Please forgive me if this offends anyone, but then again, YOU came to MY page, so feel free to vamoose at any time. It kinda feels like I'm starting to ramble, so I should probably end this soon, but I really can't think of much else to say. I know that many people like to utilize these pages to tell you all of their innermost poker secrets, but that's always seemed rather oxymoronic to me. Several things could be happening there: a) they could be lying to suck you in, b) they might not be very good, in which case why do you care?, or c) they might be very good, and in telling you their secrets allow you the chance to beat them. So I will tell nothing. Except for 69 suited -- I love playing 69 suited -- its my only guilty pleasure in poker. And I tell you this freely, because a) I might be playing 69 suited, and b) when it looks like I might be playing that hand, I might act like I have it, and then you will have to decide. My favorite authors are Sklansky, Brunson, Asimov and Farmer (not necessarily in that order). My favorite color is orange and blue. I never tell anyone my sign, because then they may be able to capture my soul (hey, its no more irrational than anyone else's religious beliefs, so don't bother me...) I'm going to end this now. The rant that is. If you enjoyed it, feel free to not post a message, as I likely won't notice it for quite some time. If you didn't enjoy it, please check back when you get a better grasp on the universe, but don't post a message then either. In closing, I would like to thank you for wasting some of the best moments of your life on this page. P.S. I am hugely intrigued by the possibility that someone may actually post a message here, and wonder what they might say. Only intelligent replies need reposte. And on another note -- to those who have seen me "visiting" and left a note in my gb, thanks for the note. I do not, however, "lurk" about on others pages. What I do _often_ do is check out the pages of everyone I'm playing, and then click on the last 5 people who visited that page and all their friends, just to see what's new and interesting out there. Unfortunately, this, along with playing, leaves me very little time for gb posts. In fact, to the best of my knowledge I have never posted on someone elses page before they post here -- I am simply not a "first poster." If you like something you see on my page, feel free to post and I may get back to you. This is especially true if you actually find something I had to say interesting, in which case we might have just enough in common to validate spending more of our valuable lives messaging! I am also happy to accept messages if you prefer, since I'm not super-into the whole player points thing -- I try to be careful in choosing my competitive addictions, and that's not one of them. My attempt to have a life outside of feeding the fixation often prevents me from spending too much time posting though... My apologies in advance for not being more proactively "communal." Mid-October update: ok, I didn't want to waste space at the beginning with this, but I've had this damned song running through my head for almost a MONTH now, and someone out there on PR is at least in part responsible (you know who you are -- thanks!) Thus I need to share. And if one of you would be so kind as to pick it up and let it run through YOUR head for a few days, thus giving me a well-deserved break, I would very much appreciate it. Its a classy little ditty, with a lot of truisms about humanity and what's important in life, but I still want it OUT OF MY HEAD!!! So without further ado: I Don't Like Mondays (by the Boomtown Rats, on "Fine Art of Surfacing" - 1979) The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload. And nobody's gonna go to school today, She's going to make them stay at home. And daddy doesn't understand it, He always said she was as good as gold. And he can see no reason 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down. The telex machine is kept so clean As it types to a waiting world. And mother feels so shocked, Father's world is rocked, And their thoughts turn to Their own little girl. Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen, No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat. They can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down. All the playing's stopped in the playground now She wants to play with her toys a while. And school's out early and soon we'll be learning And the lesson today is how to die. And then the bullhorn crackles, And the captain crackles, With the problems and the how's and why's. And he can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to die? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down. ------------------------------- [P.S. All of the above is either true, or I'm just testing to see if people actually ever read to the bottom of one of these things...] |
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