Overmiseation
"The notion of risking the entire war on the turn of a single card, with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, must be anathema to him."
-From Honor Among Enemies, by David Weber
Monday was the last week of the current NPL season. I had to come first or second to make the final, but I wasn't really seeing much. I ended up with 500, put it all in on K 5, then hit a straight on the river, only to see someone turn over 6 8 of clubs to mise me out with a flush. Oh well. There's always next season. Which starts next week. knave_scurvy and de_chel were both doing well when I left, so I hope they did well at the end.
I am resolved to buying a new computer sometime down the track, after harkness' mediocre performance at StickLAN. I still played all the games I wanted to play, but the loading times compared to Kane and garrulus were pretty depressing. I was still loading the BF2 map, and they'd be running around already. (Well, Kane would be in the helicopter.) Kane lent me a flat panel monitor, cause it was easier to fit in the car (three guys, three computers) than my trusty CRT. I had all the bling turned off in Dawn of War, and it was still crapping out at the panel's higher native resolution.
So, the plan is to buy a new computer sometime. It's not going to be a "money is no object" rig, because money is an object, but I still want to do it right - and do it myself. I imagine I'll be screaming for help at least once, but hey, that's what friends are for. Right, guys? Guys???
After that, I'll be wanting to revamp my computer setup. I think it'd be nice to have a computer downstairs near the kitchen somewhere, so I can look up sites similar to www.howtobakeapotato.com when I'm cooking microing up some food. All I need is an extra monitor, and scotty will be complete, so I should look at getting one of those sometime. I have this crazy idea to set up a flat panel on the bedside table and run cables along the wall for the monitor, so I can use the computer while sitting in bed. Maybe.
Every time someone calls me "Daniel", I wonder "Why didn't I think of it earlier?" Again, not that I want anyone who uses my first name to stop - some people never will. Like my parents. It's just, well, I would have been the butt of far less jokes growing up. Maybe I would have turned out different, or better, or something. Maybe I'd have more self confidence. Who knows? But I can't help wondering.
That Shakespeare guy got it wrong. I imagine that if roses were actually called "stinking piles of rancid dung", then peoples' perceptions towards them would be different. You wouldn't know if they smelled as sweet, because who'd want to know what a stinking pile of rancid dung smelled like? Can you imagine it? "Hi, honey, I got you this bunch of stinking piles of rancid dung, don't they smell nice?" Or maybe: "My, doesn't that stinking pile of rancid dung look pretty?" I don't think so.
lukeii is turning me into a football hooligan.
Thought for the day:
The computer I don't even own yet already has a name. How sad is that?
-From Honor Among Enemies, by David Weber
Monday was the last week of the current NPL season. I had to come first or second to make the final, but I wasn't really seeing much. I ended up with 500, put it all in on K 5, then hit a straight on the river, only to see someone turn over 6 8 of clubs to mise me out with a flush. Oh well. There's always next season. Which starts next week. knave_scurvy and de_chel were both doing well when I left, so I hope they did well at the end.
I am resolved to buying a new computer sometime down the track, after harkness' mediocre performance at StickLAN. I still played all the games I wanted to play, but the loading times compared to Kane and garrulus were pretty depressing. I was still loading the BF2 map, and they'd be running around already. (Well, Kane would be in the helicopter.) Kane lent me a flat panel monitor, cause it was easier to fit in the car (three guys, three computers) than my trusty CRT. I had all the bling turned off in Dawn of War, and it was still crapping out at the panel's higher native resolution.
So, the plan is to buy a new computer sometime. It's not going to be a "money is no object" rig, because money is an object, but I still want to do it right - and do it myself. I imagine I'll be screaming for help at least once, but hey, that's what friends are for. Right, guys? Guys???
After that, I'll be wanting to revamp my computer setup. I think it'd be nice to have a computer downstairs near the kitchen somewhere, so I can look up sites similar to www.howtobakeapotato.com when I'm cooking microing up some food. All I need is an extra monitor, and scotty will be complete, so I should look at getting one of those sometime. I have this crazy idea to set up a flat panel on the bedside table and run cables along the wall for the monitor, so I can use the computer while sitting in bed. Maybe.
Every time someone calls me "Daniel", I wonder "Why didn't I think of it earlier?" Again, not that I want anyone who uses my first name to stop - some people never will. Like my parents. It's just, well, I would have been the butt of far less jokes growing up. Maybe I would have turned out different, or better, or something. Maybe I'd have more self confidence. Who knows? But I can't help wondering.
That Shakespeare guy got it wrong. I imagine that if roses were actually called "stinking piles of rancid dung", then peoples' perceptions towards them would be different. You wouldn't know if they smelled as sweet, because who'd want to know what a stinking pile of rancid dung smelled like? Can you imagine it? "Hi, honey, I got you this bunch of stinking piles of rancid dung, don't they smell nice?" Or maybe: "My, doesn't that stinking pile of rancid dung look pretty?" I don't think so.
lukeii is turning me into a football hooligan.
Thought for the day:
The computer I don't even own yet already has a name. How sad is that?