Go fuck your bowl, super or not.
The coming home has been my favorite part of this weekend. Not that I had a bad time in Wiarton. But after the massive snow storm that hit last night and then driving home through somewhat treacherous road conditions, I'm happy to be comfortable and warm in my own living room.
The Shining is on A&E. But they blurred out all the nudity and edited out the swearing making it lame.
The poker tournament (the whole reason we went up to Wiarton) was pretty lame. The dealers weren't trained and in most cases, weren't even sure how to play Texas Holdem. The tournament 'officials' seemed to enjoy making up rules and then changing them at a whim. The blinds were supposed to double every half hour. We started at 8 pm and by 9:30, they'd doubled four times already. Anyway, none of us made it past the first round, though I'm pleased that I wasn't the first of us to go out.
I think the most difficult thing about going away like that is being removed from an internet connection for so long. I start to jones out like a coke-head. All twitchy and shit. Yeah, it's an addiction. Fuck.
I'm assuming that the fucking Super Bowl is going to obliterate all of the Sunday night TV shows that I want to watch. Fucking football. Sucks ass.
So instead, I think I'll hit some more D&D online tonight. Try to squeeze some enjoyment out of what has otherwise been a lifeless, uninteresting, and buggy beta experience. I'm very much wishing I'd gone for the RF Online pre-order beta instead.