"What happens next?"
Hello, my mild mannered readers.
"This weekend sucked", and other random thoughts.
Friday was poker night. A few of my coworkers got together to play some cards; not bad. Five or six of us, I hadn't played cards in a while. Good fun, right? Not so much.
"I don't have pet-peeves. I have major psychotic fucking hatreds" - George Carlin
One of my psychotic hatreds happened during the game. All of us payed our buy-in, got our chips. got our cards, about to start the game, and one of the players asks something along the lines of "so, how do you play this game?" Are you serious? He had never played, never even watched a game. Didn't know any of the rules, hands, ect. That's one of the things that drives me up the wall.
I like sit-down poker games. Everyone around a table, playing hands, break about once an hour. Not at this table, though. Every five minutes we had to break. "Let's take a smoke break". "I need to call my girl". It was ridiculous.
Then, there's the guy who's playing like a moron, gets knocked out of the game in the first fifteen minutes, and is begging for someone to spot him the cash to get back in. And some moron actually does. This kid went all-in on a "straight", 5-6-7-8. Four cards does not constitute a straight. I heard that later (I had left by then), there were only three players left, and he was trying to talk the other guys into splitting the pot three-ways between them.
One guy was really depressed, so the actual good player at the table (his good buddy) was losing hands to him left and right just to make him feel good. He and his girlfriend broke up two or three weeks ago, and he was fine then. Why is it this weekend...
So me and a buddy left a little early because we couldn't play anymore (psychologically, we could not play at that table, we were getting pissed).
Saturday: Poker night.
There's a tournament on base. A structured, no-kidding sit-down poker game. Hell yes! That's what I'm talking about. A bunch of people who know HOW to play cards, and take SCHEDULED breaks. Guess who wrote down the wrong damn time it started. I guess it's my fault. I got there an hour, maybe hour-and-a-half after it had already started. Just my luck.
Today, I had to work. It wouldn't be bad if it were just a couple of hours, and I go home. Not so much. Full day, in uniform. It's Sunday, people!
Other random thoughts:
Talking to a friend who's having "relationship troubles" (an understatement, to say the least). Eventually, it came down to this: "What happens next?" It got me thinking: what the hell does happen next?
Grandmother died about this time last year. I dedicated one line to her on my LJ then.
I remember the phone call from Mother. It was the day I got back from Utah. I dropped off my bags at the dorm, and a coworker followed me to drop off the rental car. He gave me a ride to a buddy's, who was watching my Neon for the three months that I was gone. We're sitting around his place, talking and such, and my cell phone rings. It's Mother. She tells me the news. I don't know what to think.
We weren't that close to her growing up. It wasn't until about six months before that I started talking to her again. My aunt and uncle bought her a computer, and I had started exchanging e-mails with her. It's weird how things happen like that.
My birthday sucked last year. I'll stay away from the details.
I said that I let Heather borrow my copy of House of Leaves when I was in high school. Reading it today, i found something she wrote in it. I never noticed it before, but then again I don't think I'd opened it since I let her borrow it. Nothing emotional, heart-felt, or sentimental. But it made me smile none-the-less.
An interesting thing I noticed about a word. "cide" is usually synonymous with death, right? Homicide, Suicide, Genocide. What about pesticide? It's not really something you 'commit', it's more like a thing (or 'product').
Are people still reading this?
I've been sad lately. I need to work on that.
That's all I have. Happy Mother's Day, all. Take it easy.
Siempre
Medico Nueve
"This weekend sucked", and other random thoughts.
Friday was poker night. A few of my coworkers got together to play some cards; not bad. Five or six of us, I hadn't played cards in a while. Good fun, right? Not so much.
"I don't have pet-peeves. I have major psychotic fucking hatreds" - George Carlin
One of my psychotic hatreds happened during the game. All of us payed our buy-in, got our chips. got our cards, about to start the game, and one of the players asks something along the lines of "so, how do you play this game?" Are you serious? He had never played, never even watched a game. Didn't know any of the rules, hands, ect. That's one of the things that drives me up the wall.
I like sit-down poker games. Everyone around a table, playing hands, break about once an hour. Not at this table, though. Every five minutes we had to break. "Let's take a smoke break". "I need to call my girl". It was ridiculous.
Then, there's the guy who's playing like a moron, gets knocked out of the game in the first fifteen minutes, and is begging for someone to spot him the cash to get back in. And some moron actually does. This kid went all-in on a "straight", 5-6-7-8. Four cards does not constitute a straight. I heard that later (I had left by then), there were only three players left, and he was trying to talk the other guys into splitting the pot three-ways between them.
One guy was really depressed, so the actual good player at the table (his good buddy) was losing hands to him left and right just to make him feel good. He and his girlfriend broke up two or three weeks ago, and he was fine then. Why is it this weekend...
So me and a buddy left a little early because we couldn't play anymore (psychologically, we could not play at that table, we were getting pissed).
Saturday: Poker night.
There's a tournament on base. A structured, no-kidding sit-down poker game. Hell yes! That's what I'm talking about. A bunch of people who know HOW to play cards, and take SCHEDULED breaks. Guess who wrote down the wrong damn time it started. I guess it's my fault. I got there an hour, maybe hour-and-a-half after it had already started. Just my luck.
Today, I had to work. It wouldn't be bad if it were just a couple of hours, and I go home. Not so much. Full day, in uniform. It's Sunday, people!
Other random thoughts:
Talking to a friend who's having "relationship troubles" (an understatement, to say the least). Eventually, it came down to this: "What happens next?" It got me thinking: what the hell does happen next?
Grandmother died about this time last year. I dedicated one line to her on my LJ then.
I remember the phone call from Mother. It was the day I got back from Utah. I dropped off my bags at the dorm, and a coworker followed me to drop off the rental car. He gave me a ride to a buddy's, who was watching my Neon for the three months that I was gone. We're sitting around his place, talking and such, and my cell phone rings. It's Mother. She tells me the news. I don't know what to think.
We weren't that close to her growing up. It wasn't until about six months before that I started talking to her again. My aunt and uncle bought her a computer, and I had started exchanging e-mails with her. It's weird how things happen like that.
My birthday sucked last year. I'll stay away from the details.
I said that I let Heather borrow my copy of House of Leaves when I was in high school. Reading it today, i found something she wrote in it. I never noticed it before, but then again I don't think I'd opened it since I let her borrow it. Nothing emotional, heart-felt, or sentimental. But it made me smile none-the-less.
An interesting thing I noticed about a word. "cide" is usually synonymous with death, right? Homicide, Suicide, Genocide. What about pesticide? It's not really something you 'commit', it's more like a thing (or 'product').
Are people still reading this?
I've been sad lately. I need to work on that.
That's all I have. Happy Mother's Day, all. Take it easy.
Siempre
Medico Nueve